Year 8 Poetry

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With a poetry focus the students explored different settings throughout the bush and engaged in writing using visual imagery.

Back in the classroom the students are continuing to develop pieces of poetry from their experiences at Ross Creek. Here are a few examples of some of the finished poems:

Left here for us

The forest reflects the past of many generations before.      

The reservoir and bush serve food and water to the community while offering a tranquil retreat from busy life. 

A track forged for us to safely emerge ourselves in the beauty of the environment.

A place of natural beauty left by those before us. 

The tracks of our ancestors should be visible and never remain unseen.

Amongst the forest of never ending green.

By Finn J

Imagine being a Leaf

Imagine being a leaf dangling off a branch, 

when the wind comes you would do a little dance. 

When the branch snaps your life would end,

so you would be scared even if it bends. 

By Lucas C

 

A fall with grace.

Laugh and shuffle,

Into the pond,

Gently accompanied by soft birdsong,

The wind is subtle, yet quiet is loud,

And the water keeps tumbling down the earthy mound.

By Hudson G

A tale told by rock and stone

As the water flows, the duck starts to slow,

the smooth metal reflects the sun's radioactive glow,

The heavy snow covers the cold rough stones, 

Now this is how the old dam flows.

By Archer J

Falling

I sit up in my branch as the wind gently shakes me, rocks me in my perch

The sun peeks past my brothers above, and it warms my frail skin, giving me life

The sun is suddenly blotted out by the clouds as the wind catches up

I feel my sturdy branch start shaking, and my stem weakening

Then comes the fall.

Drifting downwards, I feel calm, and feel good to be part of the ecosystem.

by Charlie H

The Life of a Leaf

As I fell down the tree, I knew I was going to be on the ground for a long time.

People waking left and right,

Babies crying, coffees flying.

Over time I crumple and get old,

Then one day I heard the biggest rumble!!!

By Walker H

As The Tui Sings

As the gravel crunches, the sound of cascading can be heard.

As the leaves rustle, the sound of singing is everywhere.

But if I listen hard enough, I can hear the Tui sing.

And suddenly, all is peaceful.

By Harry M

My Life as a Leaf

I began, small and bright green no larger than a bean, I 

Perch at the top of a great Beech tree with sunlight beaming hard at me, 

so high in the sky I say good bye, I flutter down and slowly die.

By George M

The Lonely Leaf

I watch solemnly,

from my perch,

within the greenthumbed cover of the forest. 

Every leaf I have known,

drifts away. 

Swept by a howling breeze,

into the thrashing river below.

My tree,

my only home,

is dying. 

Yet nature refuses to take me with it. 

I can only dream of living amongst the water.

Down there, 

amidst the ground.

By Samuel R