We have been writing poems: about storms, about what happens when we are sleeping, about what the city does in the middle of the night and we have been writing poems for Peace Week. We have been writing some crazy songs too but we will share some of those later.
We used a William Blake poem about caring for each other and caring for our World as a model.
Long live our unextinguished zest
Long live our forever love
Long live our love for animals
Long live the scarce green.
Long live what little freedom we have
Long live the buzzing bees
The colorful flowers
Long live the coral reef.
Long live the white rhinos
Long live our brown world
Long live our undented courage
Long live our beautiful world.
Long live the freedom women have
Long live the compassion
that has led us to both destruction and victory
Long live our love for learning.
Long live our hope
Long live the good in people
Long live the kelp forest
Long live our precious rainforest
Let our passion wonder
Let the unreasonable fighting stop
Let us thrive in green and blue
Long live the peace.
Long live us! By Danielle
What Happens When We Are Sleeping
The basilisk roams around in the middle of the night
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 flys
Trees drip, noone 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
Storm by Dani
Grumble rumble, treacherous churning
Raging howling thundering funnel
Clouds coiling, pots boiling
Wind smashing, trees clashing
Dark sky darkening, inside apple pie
Krackle crash smash bash, kersplash
Hail piling up outside
No one dares no one tries
Pitch black, then lightning crack
Thump whump plop throup
Rain stain, what a shame
Krackle bash bang
Clouds munching, sticks crunching
A black monster, a white fright
Which is day, what is night?
Scary fork, stabbing light
Curled up, book in hand
Wind blowing, heater going
Tv on, all together
Disaster strikes, what a night
Last night I saw the City…..
Last night I saw the city thinking,
couriers zipping along, like nerve signals,
boats drifting like ideas,
Tiny thoughts in the harbour of the city’s mind.
What Happens When We Are Trying Sleep…..
The leaves scatter from the wind
As cars hurry past your house
The trees sway, the sounds
Get deeper into your mind.
You struggle to get to sleep
You wonder what it’s like
On the other side of the world?
Were the murderers creep
Were the devils speak
And the monster peek into the