Showing posts with label Kelly. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Kelly. Show all posts

Monday, 17 October 2016

Published Authors!

Congratulations to this amazing bunch of talented Russley students, who have had stories and poems published in Toitoi.


Kelly, Taralina, Santino, Lukas and Noah all had their writing published in Toitoi Issue 5. Anna and Emma had writing published in issue 4 along with Kim's amazing artwork.

What a fantastic achievement to be published in this top quality journal at such a young age.

Look out for Toitoi in the school library, or see Mrs Koster if you'd like to borrow a copy.




Thursday, 30 June 2016

Inanimate Objects

More 'Thing' poems, written for Paula Green's Poetry Box competition. These are from our Year 5 & 6 and Year 7 students.

The challenge was to write a poem about an inanimate object (something that isn't alive). Some of these poems gave us a fresh look at something ordinary and even transformed things that may seem uninspiring and dull into something rather fabulous. I love the way these poets wove spells of words to breathe life into these inanimate objects!


Surfboard

by Emily R, age 11


I float in the shaded hollow pipe for my dude
My tip is for speed, not floating above
Could this be a dusty wait
Or a dusty date
To the sea grave?
It’s been ten years
I’m alone and not active
I wish I could flip in mid-air again…
What’s that rumble?
TSUNAMI!
I will be home!


BLOWN BULB

by Jade, age 11


I’m very happy and young
when I come out of the dark cave.
They force me to twirl
into the tutu.
When I’m older
I wonder what I will be like
also how I feel.
I’m older now
I feel worn out.
This is the last time you’ll see me.
Goodbye


Guitar

by Taralina, age 12


Rusty red guitar,
found in my Dad’s garage.

The strings, the smell of an
old bronze medal.

The frets, the colour of
hot, burnt toast.

It reminds me, of my Papa
playing with it.

The funky rhythms,
the beautiful tunes,

old school lyrics and Nana
singing along.



Photo on the Wall

By Rebekah, age 10


The photo is black and white
My parents are smiling right
Mum looks tidy and stunning
Dad is happy as can be
Now they look different
But inside they’re still HAPPY.


My Old House

by Harry K, age 11yrs


My old house was as neglected
as a wheel barrow outside in the rain
the colour of burnt toast
like a bronze Olympic medal,
smelt like old golden syrup
rusty, rickety crumbly bricks.



The Hockey Stick

by Kelly, age 11


I’ve waited all week
To get out
I get pulled out
Of the bag
I get very excited

As I go in
For the tackle
I make a clicking sound
Like a skipping-rope

I now have the ball
Zoom!
Bang!


Gloomy Piano

by Daisy-Jane, age 11


I sit here all day…
Waiting for Beethoven
Lily comes in and slams my tongue down on my chin
She clunks with her elbows again and again and
again and again on my freshly moisturised face
I screech an F sharp!


TICK TOCK

by Mckenzie S, Year 7

Every once and a while my hands clap
with each other
It all happens on my face
My gears are my brain
My batteries are my heart
I’m always watching
TICK TOCK


T.V.

by Soverin, age 10


Remote clicking
switch flicking

glowing light on screen

fictional characters
getting into trouble





Thursday, 11 December 2014

Winning poets

Congratulations to Kelly, Tom H, Hunter and Elizabeth. Their poems were selected by Paula Green as favourites in her final national poetry challenge for 2014. They have been published on the Poetry Box website for all the world to enjoy! Elizabeth's poem was chosen as an overall favourite and she will receive a copy of The Letterbox Cat & Other Poems. Well done Russley poets!


The Hangi – by Elizabeth
the hangi flames were like Hades’ hair
it smelt like nothing I’d ever smelt before
because it was so good
it felt like warm roasting bones
and sounded like crashing stones

Hangi Simile Poem – by Hunter, age 8
the steam flew away like paper
it smelt like mint leaves
on a skinny tree, sleeping in a meadow
it was white hot, cooking our food

Hangi – by Tom H, age 8
Flames as bright as a spotlight.
Smells like smoke.
Rocks grinding like hadrosaur teeth.
Flames boiling like overboiled soup.
Tastes like a birthday lunch!


Highlights of 2014 – by Kelly, age 10
First day nerves soon disappeared
with Capture the Flag (Halloween edition)
Getting lost during orienteering at camp
Hanging out with Mrs Koster at Writing Club
Crashing the go-cart at camp
Coming 3rd in discus at Zones
Screaming to the song ‘Without You; in Team Singing
I’m very sad the year is ending,
but can’t wait for Christmas!

Tuesday, 9 December 2014

Highlights of 2014

List Poem :
Highlights of 2014  by Brayden, age 10
First day nerves soon disappeared with
taking down Room 5 in tee-ball;
Hanging out with Mrs Koster
at writing club;
Playing never-ending tag at brain break
with Thomas G;
Sad the year is ending,
but can’t wait or Christmas:
No more homework
No working
But I will miss the Year Eights


Highlights of 2014  by Mirette, age 10
On the first day
I had butterflies in my stomach.
Only one person was from my
class last year.
Team singing (Keep Holding On)
Woodend Camp (Aerojump, Go-Cart)
Writing Club (Survival Stories)
Hangi (Eating yummy chicken)
Buddies with Room 15 (Making things with boxes)
Christmas Choir
I really look forward to Christmas!


List Poem
Highlights of 2014   by Kara, age 9
First day nerves faded
Capture the Flag (Halloween edition)
Softball lessons
Hanging with friends
Writing with Mrs Koster
Going on camp and doing activities, like the water slide
and at the end of the year
I am excited for Christmas!


Highlights of 2014 – by Kelly, age 10
First day nerves soon disappeared
with Capture the Flag (Halloween edition)
Getting lost during orienteering at camp
Hanging out with Mrs Koster at Writing Club
Crashing the go-cart at camp
Coming 3rd in discus at Zones
Screaming to the song ‘Without You in Team Singing
I’m very sad the year is ending,
but can’t wait for Christmas!


2014 – by Quinton, age 11
First day: got to choose my desk
- happy  
Dodge ball with Tim
- fun time
Capture the Flag
- determined to win
Go Home Stay Home with Room 7
- awesome
The Ending... Christmas getting closer
- so excited

Sizzling Hangi Poetry


The Hangi – by Elizabeth, age 7
the hangi flames were like Hades’ hair
it smelt like nothing I’d ever smelt before
because it was so good
it felt like warm roasting bones
and sounded like crashing stones

The Hangi – by Catherine D, age 8
Looks like a pit of black bubbles
Smells like Chinese takeaways
Sounds like the Grand Canyon’s rocks crunching
Feels like sponges
Tastes like McDonalds
 
 
Hangi Simile Poem – by Hunter, age 8
the steam flew away like paper
it smelt like mint leaves
on a skinny tree, sleeping in a meadow
it was white hot, cooking our food
 
 
Hangi – by Tom H, age 8
Flames as bright as a spotlight.
Smells like smoke.
Rocks grinding like hadrosaur teeth.
Flames boiling like overboiled soup.
Tastes like a birthday lunch!
 
 
Hangi – by AJ, age 8
Looks like gusty fog
children sound like chattering monkeys
hangi smells like raw chicken
feels like my sweat
tastes like Anzac biscuits.
 
 
Hangi – by Clara Sellier, age 8
flames rose as high as the roof
fire sounded like a hissing snake
children chatted like a herd of elephants
steam floated like a parachute
felt hotter than a hot water bottle
 
 
Hangi Simile Poem – by Oliver C, age 9
The hangi looked like a real kitchen but underground.
It smelt like walking into a takeaway shop, but better.
It sounded like someone cutting my hair.
The chicken felt as slimy as a squishy snail.
It tasted like the best thing in the world.
           
 
The Hangi – by Noah D
The coal was as black as a tuxedo.
The chicken drumsticks smelt like lovely lion meat.
The hangi sounded like a tigers roar.
It felt like boiling oil.
Flames boiling hot like dragon’s breath.
 
 
Hangi Simile Poem – by Ella S, age 9
Looks like steam
boiling hot as lava
smells like my grandad’s lamb shanks
looks like a spotlight wiggling around
feels like my first present I opened
tastes like pizza
yummy as chips
 
 
Hangi Simile Poem – by Chloe, age 8
Looks like a massive star
transformed into a different shape
It smells like burned fish’n’chips
It sounds like purring cats in the breeze
It feels like a hot summer’s day at the beach
It tastes like air set on fire
 

Hangi Simile Poem – by Riley, age 8
FLAMES as bright as the moon
SMELLS like Mum’s meatballs
CRUNCHES, like when you eat chips
TASTES like fish and chips – yummy!
FEELS Soooooo hot “Wow!”
 
 
Hangi – by Baylee L, age 9
Flames as hot as lava
in Granny’s Sunday roast.
Flames boiling hot like dragon’s breath.
Sounds like an emerald smashing on the ground.
Tastes like heavenly fish and chips.
 
 
Hangi – by Kelly, age 10
Looks like a steam train
sounds like popcorn popping
smells like cigarette smoke
I feel amazed that food can cook
like that
in the ground
and it only took four and a half hours
in a hole

Hangi – by Kara, age 9
looks like heat waves
sounds like flick, pop, crack
smells like a skunk that died
feels like a hot summer’s day


HANGI – by Quinton, age 10
Embers look like crystals in the sky
Sounds like popcorn popping
Smells like beautiful flowers
Feels like hot sand at the beach
Tastes as crispy as pizza crust

Hangi – by Brayden, age 10
looks like a steam train
smells like smoke from cigarettes
feels as hot as a dragon breathing fire
sounds like popcorn popping
and balloons

Thursday, 20 November 2014

Who's talking?

We have been experimenting with writing in different voices. We wrote a paragraph about a fairly ordinary moment in our day, then rewrote the moment from someone (or something) else's perspective.

Here's Kara's story:

Kara
Saturday morning I wake up and go to the cupboard for porridge and I reach and squish the box and dump it on the table. My brother slams it into a bowl and puts cold milk in it.

Porridge
The human squishes me, I crack and pop. She slams me down, the boy comes, throws me and I get hurt. Then comes the cold milk!

Here's one from Kelly:

Kelly
I pick up the discus, it seems heavier each time I practise it. I throw the discus, it flies through the air like an aeroplane zooming off the runway. As it lands, I hear a big thump.

Discus
As I get picked up, I think to myself, here we go again. I go flying through the air and land on the ground with a thump. I try to say ‘ouch!’ but nothing comes out. Kelly says, ‘That’s the best one yet, Mum!’
I hate being me.