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Monday, 3 November 2025

Aotearoa Tree Poems

 Our latest crop of Russley Writers took up Paula Green's October Poetry Challenge... to write a poem about a native tree, inspired by Ned Barraud's wonderful book, Rākau

We were delighted to read this morning, that Paula picked some of our poems to post on the Poetry Box website. In addition, poet Nathaniel will be the lucky recipient of a copy of Ned's book, Rākau! You can read them on Poetry Box at this link, or scroll down to read all seven fabulous poems on our blog.

https://nzpoetrybox.wordpress.com/2025/11/03/poetry-box-october-challenge-favourite-native-tree-poems/





The life cycle of a kōwhai tree


the morning breeze shakes the kōwhai tree 

as zigzagging branches wiri wiri


coin-gold petals droop from sepals 


stamen sick out like porcupine's quills


crinkly brown seed pods hang down 

spreading seeds through the soil


another kōwhai tree grows 

and starts again



By Nathaniel Wade, Year 6




Gleaming Kōwhai Family 


bumby rumpy textured bark

branches reach to the sun


busy buzzing bumble bee

collects nectar with glee


tūī sings its songs of joy while

snuggling with her speckled eggs


drooping flowers, golden 

like the coins you hold so dear

careful wind sweeps seeds

across the grassy floor


at night,  

the moon shines

ruru passes

hunting for mice


glimmering raindrops

fall from the sky 

then, the crash of

lightning


the kōwhai has stood

through every single day

the tree grows tall

making homes for bugs and birds


a hazel-haired girl stands

there looking at the tree

that girl is me,

the kōwhai is like family.

 

by Libby Greenall, age 10, year 5




My Kōwhai Tree


You are the seeds that jitter across the forest floor

like little dancers in the breeze 


You are seed pods swinging like poi

slowly swaying to an invisible beat


You are the poi tassel leaves 

pale and soft in clumped leaflets


You are the petals in small clumps

of golden coins hanging downwards 


You are the gnarled branches reaching up

towards the sun, swishing happily


You are the rough bark that crumbles

to pieces in the wind 


You are the feather cloak of fallen flowers

coating the grassy ground


You are my kōwhai tree


Isabelle Holmes, Year 6 




New Zealand Beauty


tiny yellow tears scatter in the wind

knobbly seed pods gather on the ground below


little leaflets drift in the gentle breeze


every petal gleams like treasure in the sun

each sunny flower is like a pixie’s flowing skirt


spindly branches sway like dancers to a silent rhythm

long arms stretch, reaching for the clouds


rough brown bark home to moss and lichen

silky golden cloak envelops deep brown trunk


firm roots burrow deep into damp earth 

creating hidden tunnels

lemon coloured tree stands out against cerulean sky


this is my kōwhai 


Katherine Lord, Year 5



The Bright Kōwhai Tree


the kōwhai tree sways like 

a boat in the sapphire sea


silky leaves wiggle

through the wind


prickly brown seedpods dance 

through the sunlight

swaying like ballerinas


yellow flowers shine

like the ginormous sun


zig-zag branches perform tricks

like artistic sky-swimmers



Nico Meek, Year 5




Dancing Kōwhai Tree


crumpled tree skin like nana’s arms

bumpy branches twist like rattle snakes

silky smooth petals sway back and forth


crinkly brown seedpods twitch 

like dancing peanuts

they dangle and fall to the ground 

like rain drops



Evie Planicka, Year 5




The Sunny Sight of the Kōwhai Tree


sunny smooth yellow flowers

bright like shiny bow ties


tentacle-like stamen sway about

like swing chairs at the carnival


in the wind, seedpods judder  

like washing machines       


bumpy brown branches

zigzagging in the breeze


hard yellow seeds

tucked safely in their cosy pods


bright green-as tiny leaflets 

holding on tight like caterpillars


the kōwhai tree is as gold as 

the sun, it reaches up to the sky 

greeting the warm

morning


Theo Planicka, Year 5


Monday, 16 October 2023

Check out our library themed poetry and readings on Paula Green's Poetry Box website!

Poetry Box

Students from Te Parito Kōwhai Russley School read poems by Paula Green, Bill Manhire and Doc Drumheller. You can listen to them at the link above. Thanks to Amber, Zoe, Adeleyn, Max, Ayla, Emily H.

Some of our writers composed poems about our school library and these were published on Poetry Box.

Sparkling Universe

I open the door
and the wonderful smell of books
draws me in.

Characters creep
out of their books
longing to bring me into their world.

I want to find out
about tales of girls and their horses
running from home
and dangerous adventures
across sparkling ice.

The magic of books
fills my lungs
as I open a book the world
turns off like a lamp
and I am transported
to another universe.

by Bernadette S, 9 years old


The Library

The library is full of magical forests
fairies flying over sparkly bridges
where greedy ogres wait

unicorns with shiny horns
dogs barking at villains
cats hissing at disguised bag guys
shrinking girls climbing hay bales

and me,
in the library pit,
reading

by Mea (age 7) and Scarlett (age 8)


I walked into the school library and saw

robot dinos fighting,
a taniwha hovering around,
Lego people building,
a bunny hopping…
and my friends fainting!

by Bodhi Hill (age 7)

In the exciting library is

a greedy goblin
and a Star Wars robot
and the little yellow digger
and a giant Lego castle
and an evil scientist with its evil puppy
and the giant titanic
with a cat riding on it
and a giant green army
a cackly ghost
and a skydiver jumping out of a plane.
But… poor Mrs McCreanor…
she is getting chased
by a creeper!
Aaaaaah!

by Theo P, age 8

Party in the Library

Partying in the library is…
a giant taniwha boogying like cray
Baa Baa Black Belt chopping trees the size of mountains
and the little yellow digger
and a big T-Rex fossil
and Mrs McCreanor is…
running out!

by Lachlan H, age 7

In the dark library, there is

a humongous pirate
with a green and purple taniwha

and a tiny black ant
a humongous blue whale

and a scary big witch with a wand
and a yellow little digger

Mrs McCreanor is FREAKING OUT!

by Nico Meek (age 7)


In the Library

The library is a free place to be
surrounded by books
with stinky pirates ruling the land
big giants breaking down buildings
mysterious fairies hiding behind pages
the brave taniwha chasing the tuna
and Mrs McCreanor going crazy

by Bailey M, age 9


The library

The library is a gateway to a land of witches
riding on their dusty broomsticks
or a place in Rio where the bluebirds roam the land
or even the thrill of a green and purple taniwha chasing after you
and fairies helping Mrs McCreanor issue books
with their fairy dust.

Meera Sharma age 10


A Library is a Gateway

A library is a gateway
to a land of evil and goodness
where spells and battles happen.

A library is a gateway
to lead you into the 1400s
which was the time of olden castles
where there is a simple life for everyone.

There could be giants
when the library leads you deeper down
into the viscous chapter of World War One.
into the second chapter of the horrific World War Two.

The library leads you much deeper down
into the beginning of the old smoky 21 century
and even much deeper down you arrive at the brand new 21 century
where new vehicle arrivals enter are hybrids and electric.

And finally we are at the last adventure in the library
where we get to know how
will things look like in the future.

By Ammar, Year 5 age 10