Aotearoa's Nighttime Sky Poem

In The Morning Poem Screencastify

 This week we are learning to embed screencastify into our blogs. Here is my poem in the morning.

In The Morning

In the Morning 

Bare feet 

hit frosty sand with a crunch.

Seagulls beckon me forward

with screeching, squawking sirens. 

Crisp, salty breeze 

wraps around me. 

The sun will be rising soon. 

I sit down 

on a squishy, soggy log. 

Waiting for sun. 

Waiting for warmth. 

Wild waves crash and smash

 in the midnight blue morning.   

Celebrating Be Us Poem

WALT: Identity, sensitivity, and respect ! Recognise instances of discrimination and act responsibly to support their own rights and feelings and those of other people.

My Selfie Poem

My Selfie Poem

I am from a beeping alarm clock,

from a noisy washing machine

and warm porridge.

I am from the sound of springs on the trampoline,

The smell of dinner cooking on the barbecue.

I am from the needles of a small pine tree,

From the West Coast Hockey team

The shadow covered punga tree.

I am from the sound of moreporks as I drift of to sleep,

From the big red chair squashed together with the family.

I am from, “Come get tea.”

And,“Is your room clean?”

From snoring sisters and gossiping parents.

I’m from barbeques at home and late summer nights,

And from dinner plates clanging and rushing out the door.

I’m from, “Eat your vegetables” and, “Time for bed,”

From the pages of Giraffes Can’t Dance,

And be kind to everyone.

I am from Addition and Subtraction

And constantly correcting my mum.

I am from the mouth of the Grey River and New Zealand.

Barbecued Sausages and Hokey Pokey ice cream,

From my cat’s lost tail.

From a gold bracelet from my nana.

My Magic Box Poem