CHRISTMAS IS...

CHRISTMAS IS…

by Kimberly C

Christmas is the rustle of wrapping paper

mountains of presents and laughter

and happiness

I can smell the sweet meet 

on the BBQ

Christmas is love and hugs

and a kiss

the taste of chips crunching

the sound of kids screaming and jumping up

Christmas is love and family

and kids and food

definitely!

CHRISTMAS IS

by Josh T

Christmas is

mouth-watering turkey

it is the rustle of soft wrapping paper

Christmas is a

time for crackers

pull the thing and see what you have won

It is time for

the toys to be unleashed

like a stampede of dinosaurs chasing a rabbit

Christmas is a cricket ball

bashing the wickets

CHRISTMAS IS…

by Fergus

Christmas is

fun, laughter,

ringing bells

Christmas is zooming

down

a steep

waterslide

like a tornado

and at the end your dad

fishes you out

CHRISTMAS IS…

by Phoenix

Christmas is pavlova on the plate

with whipped cream out of the bowl

kiwis, strawberries, M&Ms, chocolate

and oranges.

Christmas is Christmas crackers

going boom crack

yay, I won something!

Christmas is Santa saying ho, ho, ho

coming down the chimney

giving presents to all.

Christmas is mistletoe

people kissing

eww, not me!

Christmas is presents getting unwrapped

Yay! I got an ipod touch!

Christmas is songs playing

over and over

and over and over

again.

CHRISTMAS IS…

by Farren

Christmas is pav with chocolate pebbles

strawberries

with whipped cream.

Christmas is the big breath you take

when you see all the presents.

Christmas is the magical smiles on

everyone’s faces.

Christmas is Santa poking his head

through the window.

Christmas is the time your mum and dad

bring out the mistletoe… yuck!

Christmas is the time of year to bring

out your inner elf.

Christmas is Christmas carols on

your doorstep.

Christmas is when family come and have

a Christmas dinner.

CHRISTMAS IS...

by Ella S

Christmas is shelling peas

fresh from the garden.

Christmas is magical laughter,

fun and surprises.

I feel the summer sun getting brighter

in my eyes.

I smell yummy pavlova

with strawberries, bananas

and kiwifruit…

the adults feast.

CHRISTMAS IS…

by Kim S

Ripping Christmas presents open

for a surprise

It is Christmas crackers popping

winning a mini prize

It is delicious desserts getting eaten

in one bite

It is going on holiday to a place

you’ve never been before

It is spending time with your aunties, uncles,

cousins and sisters

as a family at Christmas

You see your family laughing and joking

you know it is the best

spending time with family is the best thing

you will ever have in your life.

CHRISTMAS IS...

Christmas is … waking up to the rustling noises of wrapping paper.

Christmas is … unwrapping presents with family.

Christmas is … a treat having family there 

our special Christmas dinner, roast chicken 

and for desert it is chocolate pudding.

Christmas is … playing with Christmas presents

By Amy T.

Colour Poetry

Two contrasting colour poems from Team Awa Nui students:


I am the rose in your butterfly garden.
I am the blood in your body, flowing around keeping you alive.
I am the cheek on your face, blushing when you're around a boy.
I am the fire extinguisher keeping the foam inside.
I am the crimson Christmas lights on the glowing tree, shining my bright self.
I am the stop sign, stopping people from crashing... but people do sometimes.
I am strawberries with icing sugar on top.

by Phoenix, Year 6

I am the cold Arctic ocean. I am the sky on a summer's morning. I am Lake Tekapo, full of fish swishing around. I am a Russley School top.

by Ella S, Year 5

Athletics day poetry

I could feel my heart racing.

I saw people getting ready.

I could taste sweat.

I could feel the grass on my feet.

I heard people cheering.

On your marks

get set... GO! 

- by Alex C

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Read on for more athletics day poetry by our year 5 and 6 authors:

Athletics Poem

Shot-put bangs

shaking the ground

Discus flying 

falling

Thump! Thump! Thump!

Smiling cheering children

Go! Go! Go!

Speeding feet

Zoom! Zoom! Zoom!

- by Kim S

On Your Marks!

On your marks, get set, go!!!

People screaming as loud as a tornado.

Sweat pouring down into my mouth.

Ice block soothing.

Heart pounding with butterflies.

Kids playing like daffodils in the wind.

Shot-put landing, thump, thump!

- by Emelia 

Athletics Day

Blossoms blowing

Streaming blood

Heart racing

Stomping past

Discus Flying

- by Phoenix

Athletics

shot-put vibrations

legs aching

people sprinting around me

blossom petals twirling off trees

smell victory

ice-block dripping down my mouth

sad athletics day is over

- by Farren


Athletics Day
by Ella S

Breezy wind
hot sun in my eyes
people cheering happily

Mr Ish announced the winner
for shot put 
ME!

My heart was beating
like a crazy washing machine

The delicious taste of iceblocks
Fast relay team
like a t-rex stomping

I smell sand
Achoo!
Sand blowing everywhere

People sprinting
and 
jumping

Phoenix's Place

I’m in the Arctic. I can hear Arctic wolves howling. It’s started to snow. I look up at the light blue sky. I get my i-pad out. I’m listening to MKTO.

ANZAC poetry

ANZAC DAY

Dying soldiers

guns shooting terrifyingly

war planes shockingly firing

bombs

smells like smoke

shooting scary guns

killing poor innocent

soldiers

poppy fields at the

last post

by Kim S, year 6

ANZAC POEM

smells like smoke

sounds like the Last Post

looks like a battlefield

tastes like mud

feels like shattered glass

by Phoenix, YR 6

War

smells rotten

sounds like the last post

looks like 18,000 graves

feels broken

by Farren, YR 6

Metaphor Poetry

We studied Greg O'Connell's poem, My Grandad's Hands and noticed two things.

Firstly, that Greg used a lot of interesting nouns and verbs.

Secondly, he used metaphors* to describe his grandfather.

*Similes and metaphors compare two different things in a descriptive way. A simile uses the words 'as' or 'like' but a metaphor directly compares two things by saying one thing actually is the other.

We made a list of the nouns and verbs Greg used in his poem. Nouns (words that name a thing, person, place or idea) are the bones of good writing. Verbs (action or doing words) are the muscles.

Our writers chose a person in their own family as the subject for their poem. They then focussed on hunting for interesting nouns to create surprising metaphors to describe them.

My Brother's Smile

by Phoenix

My brother's smile

is a studded soccer boot,

his smell is a 

blooming flower.

His legs are tall goalposts.

His hair is a lion's mane.

He is everything to me.

My Brother's Attitude

by Alex L

My brother's attitude is like a monkey's.

His eyes are Minotaur eyes,

his hair is bark from an oak tree.

His laugh is thunder,

his voice is a frog singing in a blender,

but he's the best gaming partner 

in the world.

My Brother's Face

by Ollie

My brother is a monkey,

his eyes are chicken heads,

his ears are pointy swords,

his breath is a stinky garbage bin.

His hair is striking lightning,

his nose is a carrot,

and he is a fast cheetah.

My Brother

by Farren

His smile is a shining moon.

His eyes show blooming kindness.

His smell is a lime milkshake.

His hair is dark chocolate,

it is a black thunderstorm.

Caleb is a creative poet.

I love him.