We have had a blast in Write On School for Young Writers at Heathcote Valley School again this year!
Term 4 has been all about books - learning about layout, page numbers, book design. The children have written nursery rhymes, silly songs, personification poems, contemporary haiku (no 5-7-5 syllable poems here!), and honed their rhythm, rhyme and language abilities.
A huge thank you to tutor and poet extraordinaire, Gail Ingram, who has led Write On weekly workshops at Heathcote Valley School for four years! Find out more about our workshop options here: WRITE ON WORKSHOPS IN SCHOOLS
Here are some special Christmas treats from some Year 5 & 6 HVS writers.
More to come soon from the Year 7&8 crew...
The star wants to be with his friends
He wants to shine in the night sky
Why can’t he shine his light down
on the footpath from space?
Instead he sits on top of the tree
in the corner of the room
next to the lonely fireplace.
Maya S and Holly-Belle P
Dear Santa
I would like a giant horse
to ride at the beach
a pinto horse called Mae
I wish the grass to be long
so Mae can chomp all day
I wish to have a Christmas tree
clipped into the shape of Mae
I wish for
a stable for shelter for Mae
I wish to own $50,000,000
so I can afford like
a polished saddle, a show bridle
and everything for Mae
I would like a giant horse Mae
to ride at the beach.
Maya S
A Kiwi Christmas Beach
1. beach
She waves at me
Roaring up closer to shore
The sun shines on her,
She ripples through the golden grit
She wishes to jump in a foam pit
2. candy cane
I hypnotise her
When I sit with my sister
A heart comes to life
Red swirls my cane
I wish I could twirl all day
3. pohutukawa tree
I watch them swim
Well they stare at my red flowers
They gobble down their canes.
My green leaves get picked
They tick me off my list
Elyssa H
The reindeer that wanted a book.
Ring ring the shop door opened
And in came the reindeer gang.
Bros lets get a book, said the leader of the gang
I want that one, said the reindeer leader.
The book said Nursery Rhymes
for Good Little Kids
That one’s on hold, said the shopkeeper
(to dramatic effect).
Okay, said the reindeer leader,
and they all left.
Elle W
Dear Santa
I wish to keep Kingston
for all my life
I like a stable bright and
colourful
I wish for Kingston to have
a field of long green grass and carrots
that never run out
I wish for a saddle pad
that changes colour
I would like a bridle
black and brown
I wish to go to the Olympics
and win gold medals
I wish to keep Kingston
for all my life
Holly-Belle P
TIMMY TINSEL TOES
AND THE GINGERBREAD HOUSE
Here I'm sitting on the top of the fridge
I wish I could be Timmy Tinsel Toes
He prances with bows,
dances like sprinkling snow
He sits on the shelf
all by himself
What a peaceful life
sitting by the dice
I´m scared to be eaten by evil toddlers
They grab my big blobs of icing and gingerbread
with their stubby hands
and they shove me in their mouths.
Zia K-B and Hanaka S
Five Days of Christmas
On the first day of Christmas
Our friend Elyssa brought to us
A bow on a box of chocolates
On the second day of Christmas
Our friend Holly-Belle brought to us
Two neighing ponies
And a bow on box of chocolates
On the third day of Christmas
Our friend Maya brought to us
Three big strawberries
Two neighing ponies
And a bow on a box of chocolates
On the fourth day of Christmas
Our friend Alba brought to us
Four gobbling turkeys
Three big strawberries
Two neighing ponies
And a bow on a box of chocolates
On the fifth day of Christmas
Our friend Mya brought to us
Five Spitting llamas
Four gobbling turkeys
Three big strawberries
Two neighing ponies
And bow on a box of chocolates
On the sixth day of Christmas
Our friend Elsie brought to us
Six snow globes
Five spitting llamas
Four gobbling turkey
Three big strawberries
Two neiging ponies
And - a - bow - on - a - box - of - chocolates
Zia K-B and Hanaka S
Gumdrop and Goozleberry’s
Last Christmas
Gumdrop and Goozleberry lie on the plate
A glass of milk beside them waiting for their fate
Gumdrop turns to see Goozleberry’s face
And whispers Let's get out of this place!
They jump off the stool, crash into the wall
And scramble out the old cat door
But Goozleberry’s white icing frock
got caught on the old rusty lock
They pull and they pull
But the dress stays still … until
She rips her dress off,
Throws it into the loft
And runs to the garden
Into her bright undergarments
Gumdrop shouts Noooooo
Goozleberry, don’t go
As a faint ho ho ho
fills the air with misery
The sleigh lands
And giant hands
Scoop gumdrop up
from the damp dusty dirt
Goozleberry cries No, please no
And falls to the ground in sorrow
A bright red nose
Sniffs her small stubby toes
She has her last look at light
And with one big bite
Her world plunges into darkness.
Elsie K
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