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Thursday, 12 November 2015

More Team Roto Poetry to Colour Our World



Team Roto (Years 3 & 4) brainstormed colours together- it was amazing how many strange and unusual things they came up with, inspired by a particular colour. Check out their writing below and see if you can work out which colour they are!


I am a penguin's pale tummy.
I am a pure cloud floating across the sky.
I'm a spotless clean sheet on a new bed.
I am the wool of a sheep getting shaved off.
I'm a tissue being delicately pulled out of a box.
I'm the shaving cream getting put on my dad's face.
I am the smell of garlic, rising from the food.
I am the milk running down your chin.
     - by Xanthe, year 3


I am a fiery sun. I am a sparkler glowing bright in the night.

I am a volcano erupting with lava, I am Pacman on the beach. I am an Autumn leaf getting blown away from a kowhai tree.

I am a sunflower on a sunny day. I am solar.
I am a golden bird snatching gold coins from a person playing a bright guitar.

I am custard being eaten by little fluffy chicks.
I am a pineapple getting chopped by a knife.

I am mustard squirted into a sausage. 
I am Goldilocks sitting on a throne.
     - by Chloe, year 4


I am a shiny one dollar coin.
I am a gold tooth in Bones' mouth.
I taste like onions.
I am gold earrings hanging
on soft earlobes.
     - by Maddy, year 3


I am lemon and corn,
mango, juicy and delicious.

I am a chick picturing the bright
sun. The sunny flavour of sweet rice.

I am a pineapple getting chopped into
little bricks.

I am mustard spreading on bread.
I am a great volcano erupting
lava.
     - by Manaal, year 4


I'm a wicked windmill. I am the tummy of a penguin. I am tasty rice. I am wool of a sheep being shaved. I am shaving cream from someone shaving. I am foam from the edge of the sea. I am a big rainy cloud in the sky. I am a round garlic.
     - by Max, year 4


I am a little drooping daisy petal. I am a tiny wriggly huhu grub. I am fluffy wool from a sheep. I am a jar of salt beside the sugar. I am a penguin's wobbling belly. I'm crackling polystyrene. I'm sea foam at the edge of the waves. I'm the outside of the egg. I taste of whipped cream. I am a delicate piece of paper.
     - by Micaiah, year 3


I am a dolphin gracefully gliding through the sea. I am the sky, crying, raindrops falling from your eyes. I am a wave soaking everyone on the beach. I am a water fountain granting wishes.
     - by Lucy, year 4


I am the bright, sunny, cloudy sky. I am a wave rising up from the sea. I am a sunshower falling to earth. I am a forget-me-not stretching my petals. I am a waterfall rushing over bumpy rocks. I taste like the salty ocean.
     - by Hannah M, year 4



I am a pure penguin's tummy. I'm fluffy wool from a sheep. I'm a sparkling sheet of paper. I'm snowy rice waving in the wind. I'm spotless cotton balls. I'm clean garlic.
     - Hamish, year 4



I am Nature lurking in the forest.
I am leaves in the warm summer.
I am dangerous ivy people dare to approach.
I am stems coming out of the bottomless dirt.
I am a caterpillar strolling down a branch,
wee chubby little cheeks.
     - by Hannah LM, year 4



I am fat orange staying on a plate.
I am pumpkin, sour and delicous. I am 
a golden sun, soft like wool. Once I was dark,
but now mango is my new colour.
I sound like an alarm.
     - by Edwin, year 4


I am a penguin's tummy, feathers ruffling.
I'm sugar, poured into a bowl.
I'm a snowflake, patterns all over me,
a cherry blossom petal, falling with the 
wind.
I'm a grain of rice, as small as the tip of a pen,
a polar bear roaring out loud,
I'm a cotton ball as fluffy as a kitten.
I feel cold, skin pale as snow.
     - by Shona, year 4


I am a raging fire dancing around,
I am a running fire engine spraying water,
I am a waving poppy swinging in the breeze,
I am a beach-ball being thrown by a human,
I am a werewolf's pupil, all angry.
     - by Tristan, year 4



I am a bowl of blueberries, squashed with others.
I am a dangerous fin upon the top of the ocean, surfing.
I am a raindrop falling from the sky.
I am a waterfall upon rocks. I am an antidote 
and cure for poisons. I'm the screen 
of a computer, making me the homepage.
I'm the sound
of loneliness calling for help.
     - by Ryan S, year 4 


Tuesday, 11 August 2015

Highly Commended Poetry

These poems were among the 12 entries selected by Mrs Koster to make up our school entry for the Fourth Fabulous Poetry Competition. Russley School's entry was judged highly commended by the NZ Book Council judge, Catriona Ferguson. Congratulations to all our talented writers!

CHANDELIER SKY

Stars are shiny rings
glowing like a chandelier

White like marshmallows toasting
on the bonfire

They are like golden sand
on the Sunshine Coast

Sparkling pearls in a glimmering
ebony sea


by Olivia C, Year 8


LIVING STAR

Star is a shiny unicorn eye
clear crystal
silver coin

blinking baby

Star falls
like a baby bird
that’s learning
how to fly


- by Hao Yu G. - year 8
LASER STARS

Stars are like white pale faces
reflecting off glass

Stars are like rockets
scraping through the galaxy

Glimmering diamonds gleaming
off the roof like lasers

Worms glowing like
old lightbulbs

Small ants snacking
on the ground

Red devil lights
coming towards me

- by Mitchell F. year 8

The Night Sky

the stars glisten like lake tekapo
with the sun on it

the stars are shiny like black ice
white, like paper from the bible

stars shoot through the sky
like rockets

by Alex C. (year 6)
STARS

Silver sardines swimming
in melted ice

Sparkly dresses
in the disco light

Twinkling rubies
pure as gold
in a dark, dark mine

by Kim S. Year 6


SHIMMERY DOTS

Gold-teeth stars
shimmer like shells

at night they start waving
like hands
when midnight strikes
the stars look like tiny glow worms

Their fading song
flurries through the air

stars spreading like jam

by Maddie H, Year 3


Congratulations also to the following writers from Team Roto:
Josh T,
Josh C,
Sophia T,
Kimberly C,
and Fergus HB.

I can't publish their poems just yet, as they are going to be entered into another competition; our Russley Writers' Walk - as they fit with our theme of FAMILY.