Air Raid

Air Raid

The world is full of plastic bags

They're living everywhere

At supermarket checkouts

Or fluttering in the air

Pale jellyfish against the light 

They float across the sky

Or split or torn, like roadkill squashed

On muddy pavements lie

If all these earth-worn groundlings

Should join their friends in flight

They'll form a mighty legion

And conquer earth by night

In parachute formation

Descending in a rush

They'll clog the sun, and stifle spring

And turn the sea to slush

The world is full of plastic bags

They're lurking everywhere

Until the time comes to arise

And suffocate the air

The Kite

The Kite

It's swooping and bucking over my head. When 

I think it will nose-dive, it soars up instead.

It circles and skims in the hazy blue air. 

A red dragon face grinning down

on me here. Pulling the 

strings I keep it in play,

and it plummets and

rears till 

the 

wind

tails

away.

Another Poem

Sandy Song

Down at the beach
In hot summer weather,
Sand, sea, sun, salt -
All mixed together.

Sun all shimmery,
Sea all blue.
Waves brushing over me
With special salt glue.

Sand all gritty
Sticks to my hair.
Sand salty on my tongue,
Sand everywhere.

Sand between my fingers,
Sand between my toes.
Sand crunchy on my teeth,
Tickling my nose.
Sand on the car seats
At the end of the day.
Sea gleams and glitters
As the sun slides away.

Philippa Werry

My Yellow World

I would love to live in a yellow world.
I would live in a yellow house with a matching yellow roof.
My garden would have beaming bright yellow daffodils,
tall dandelions, and small daisies swaying in the grass.

I would eat yummy yellow food.
Cheddar cheese, brilliant bananas, sweet baby corn,
melted vanilla ice cream, juiced lemons, and cold custard.

I would wear a dress with yellow peppers printed on it
and some trousers with a picture of a bee.
I would wear shoes the colour of a fluffy chick.

My yellow world would make me happy,
and I would smile as bright as the shining sun.

My world is yellow because my favourite colour is... yellow!

Re Poem Recital and Speech Competition

If you need any help with your speech or poem please let me know - m.campbell@papakura-central.school.nz

Robber Cat

Sly old robber Fattyface
Has magnets on her paws
For opening kitchen cupboards
And refrigerator doors.

She robs a house, then vanishes.
All the owner sees
Are pawprints in the butter
And toothmarks in the cheese.


Here's another poem!

Reading

When you are reading each night to your child or children since we have been focussing on inferring ask them how the character is feeling (the feelings may change throughout the text).