Nic and Mikayla's Whānau Group: Learning about Puanga

In Nic and Mikayla's Whānau group, we wrote collaborative poems to signify the importance of Punaga. We also created some star art! It was great to learn with other people across the school.

Here are some of the poems that we wrote:

Imagine Poems

We read a poem called Imagine by Pie Corbett. We closed our eyes and imagined. We played with words to paint a picture. Some of us used repitition, similes, metaphor, alliteration and personification.

Imagine

A hot moon and a cold sun

A worm with a bazooka chasing a bird

The solar system exploding

A bee chasing a car

Imagine

Count Dooku was tiny

A Jedi defending Darth Vader

Kylo Ren destroying his own base

Imagine

Plastic bags were not made of plastic

A Jedi with the lightning force

You don't see yourself in a mirror

Peace is war

Imagine

Everyone was bald

The sun was not light
By William

Imagine
imagine … a thirsty drink bottle waiting for water.
Imagine… a dull pencil waiting to get sharpened.
Imagine… a sharp hook waiting for a crazy fish.
imagine … yummy food waiting to get eaten.
imagine … chewing waiting to get chewed.
imagine … hair waiting to get shaved .
Imagine… lases waiting to get tied.
Imagine… a tooth waiting to fall out.

By Cruz
 

Imagine .
Imagine a bad bumblebee biting your bum.
A cat sprinting after a dog.
A princess riding a tricycle.
Imagine a pink fluffy unicorn dancing on a rainbow .
A queen riding on a sparkly unicorn wearing board shorts and sweaty t-shirt.
A goblin turning blue and a blueberry turning green.
Imagine a tiny kitten breathing fire and setting fire to a house.
One orangutan eating an orange while sitting on an oblon.
John jiggling joyfully jumping on a jam jar.
Imagine glasses giggling grimfully. .
A huge mouse in a tiny house.
Imagine all that.

By Nela 

Imagine

A beautiful butterfly blushing,
A hippo hating hip hop dancing,
A chameleon crawling carefully
Along a colourful cantaloupe.

Imagine
A water as angry as a rhino,
A rose as pink as a pig,
A moon as big as a balloon.

Imagine
An avalanche is a cheetah,
A piece of watermelon in a watery sea,
A tornado is as angry Pikachu.
By Edward

Flynn's Poem- When you are sleeping...

Today in Tautoru, for our reading some of us read Flynn's poem, "When you are Sleeping". We liked it because he chose the best words for the purpose. It also paints a picture in our mind. During Independent writing, some of us decided to write our own scary poems. Thank you for the inspiration Flynn!

When you are sleeping...

When you are sleeping, sneaking through streets,

Snatching, eating, gobbling, slithering, he whispers,

In Parseltongue “kill, kill, kill, KILL!”

                          

Cats meow, dogs bark, wind flows, rain flies,

Trees drip, no one sees the monsters,

Roaming feet thudding, houses crushing,

Water rising, trees falling, ground ripping.

People growing, ideas flowing, time spinning,

Coming, going in and out, blackness falling over,

Mountains growing, trucks towing,

Rivers Flowing,

Things Roaming.

By Flynn, WBS,  (Year 4)

Down the Back of the Chair

We were inspired to write "Down The Back of The Chair" poems after looking at the Mahutonga Blog. They did such a great job and we thought that we could do the same. 

We read the story by Margaret Mahey story, then we wrote our own poems and recorded them on Seesaw. Here are some of them...

 

This is the shared poem that we wrote together: 

A fox, some blocks and polka dots

A plane, a train an airport lane

A mat, a bat and hairy cat

Down the back of the chair

A chair, a bear, pink underwear

A king, a ring, a chicken wing

A queen, a bean, a magazine

Down the back of the chair

A can, a man, a chinese fan

A dog, a log and a spotty frog

A cat, a mat, a stinky rat

Down the back of the chair

An orange peel, an electric eel

Some diamond rings, emerald things

A kung fu Kangaroo,

A sparkly old high heel shoe

Down the back of the chair

Auntie Dot Poem

Some of us read a poem called, "Auntie Dot" today. We have been learning to read poetry in different ways. 

Performance Night: Shared Poem by Tautoru

Music Festival

Costumes Clashing

People Shivering

Music Playing

Children sneaking

Dishes cleaning

Night Sky Darkening

Stars twinkling

Moon shimmering

Turntables turning

Drumsticks banging

Shakers crashing

Pots booming

Bells ringing

Butterflies flapping

Gorrilas thumping

Clothes shining

Fingers pushing

Pots donging

People singing

Parents clapping

Dragons flying

Aliens dancing

Lights flashing

Bugs shaking

Cheetahs crawling

Kids screaming

Birds flying

Buckets banging

Heads nodding

Babies crying

Magic flying

Haka chanting

Audience listening

Parents cheering

Face painting

Noodles in my Nostrils by Kenn Nesbitt

Today we read a poem called, "I have Noodles in my Nostrils" by Kenn Nesbitt. The poem is about noodles that fall onto parts of the body. The person who says the poem is a bit silly and calls himself a nincompoop. He falls asleep while eating his lunch of chicken noodle soup. The poem is very funny. 

By Adam and Dylan

I Have Noodles in My Nostrils by Kenn Nesbitt

I have noodles in my nostrils. I have noodles on my nose. There are noodles on my cheeks and chin and dripping down my clothes. I’ve got more upon my forehead. Some are sticking to my neck. It’s completely disconcerting. I’m a noodle-covered wreck. I can see them on my kneecaps, and I know they’re in my shoes. (When I stand, they’re somewhat squishy, and I feel them start to ooze.) There are several in my pockets. There’s a handful in my hair. And I’m pretty sure that some are even in my underwear. So try not to do what I did: I’m a total nincompoop, and I fell asleep at lunch while eating chicken noodle soup. Here are some of us reading the poem:

Peace Poems at Assembly

Next week is Peace Week. We will be connecting with a school in Pakistan- a place that is not as peaceful as ours. We have been writing "Peace" poems and will share these with the school in Pakistan.

This is shared writing by Nicola's literacy group:

Peace is

A calm, graceful day

A friendly, open hand

Happiness, all together

Friendship and calmness

Peace is

A serene jungle

A good day

When families come together

Love on Valentines Day

Peace is

Relaxing on a hot, sunny beach

Wedding bells ringing

A world without rubbish

A calm ocean with lots of life

Peace is

Non-violent and no hate

A quiet library

Showing empathy

4 am in the morning

Peace is

Breathing deeply in and out from your lungs

Starry Matariki at night

A smile

A beautiful sunrise

a spectacular sunset on a summer’s night

Reading a good book

Peace is…

A place to understand

Sitting in a spa with jets and bubbles

Feeling the sand between my toes

Snuggling in your bed with your teddy

Sleeping in a cosy bed with soft pillows and a blanket

Assembly: 1st July 2016

Thank you to our wonderful presenters!

What a fantastic assembly. See some of the highlights below...

Well done to everyone who received a principal award for connecting with others!

Music: Shared Writing

We are listening to music...

We have been learning about sound as part of our Inquiry... Today we listened to a range of different types of music.

This is a piece of shared writing by Nic's literacy group:

Music

Music reminds me of

Shooting stars in the night sky

A golden violin on a summer’s night

The moon singing in the dark sky

The funky DJ mixing disco sounds

A 90’s movie with a car chase

Music reminds me of

A giant tornado speeding through town

People running along like a herd of elephants

A volcano erupting with hot lava

Owls hooting through the night

The opening of a Brazilian carnival

Cannon bolts falling to the ground

Music makes me feel

Surprised like bangs of fireworks

Bright like Christmas lights

Excited like a university graduate

Strong like a super hero flying

Sad like a lost battle

Sleepy like I have walked for a thousand days.

Music is spectacular!

The Kite

As part of our reading this week, we read this poem:

The Kite

by Harry Behn

How bright on the blue

Is a kite when it's new!

With a dive and a dip

It snaps its tail

Then soars like a ship

With only a sail

As over tides

Of wind it rides,

Climbs to the crest

Of a gust and pulls,

Then seems to rest

As wind falls.

When string goes slack

You wind it back

And run until

A new breeze blows

And its wings fill

And up it goes!

How bright on the blue

Is a kite when it's new!

But a raggeder thing

You never will see

When it flaps on a string

In the top of a tree.

Here are some of us reading the poem: