Tuesday, March 22, 2016

Poetry- 'Remember when?'

These draft poems are modelled on a Sheena Cameron activity and are yet to be edited.



Remember when we made snow angels, and how they looked terrible?

That was winter.Remember the crisp white puffs of breath as we walked outside?Remember the cold dry air?  That was winter.Remember Amber hitting me with a snowball way to hard and it hurting for ages?  

That was winter.Remember jumping on iced-over puddles and the crunching sound that it made? Remember running around in uncomfortable sodden clothes? That was winter.Remember seeing the melted gray slush at school and stomping in it with friends? 

That was winter. Alice.

That was summer

Pool
We put the pool up
Swam with friends
It was cold
Just stood there

Park
Picnic At the park and family friends
Picnic smelled nice
Playing on the playground
Games with family friends

Home
Inside watching t.v
Drawing for fun
On the family computer

Went to bed and it felt good to sleep Anna


Remember when we were in the middle of Taupo we could smell the salfa leaking out of the ground?  
Remember when we were roaring up Mount Ruapehu in the car?
Remember when we felt the icy breeze on our hands and our face going down the steep slopes?
Remember when  we could hear our snowboards skimming up the snow behind us?
Remember when we could see the brisk clouds of our breath floating up into the white sky?
Remember when we tasted the chocolate of our milo swishing in our mouth? Toby


Remember the long road trips, the wind blowing into your face,
mum and dad singing in the front, me eating ice cream?
That was Summer

Remember the dirt smashing into your face the crowds cheering and
the engines screaming and eating hotdogs and chips at the speedway?
That was Summer

Remember trying to get the biggest splash in the pool?
Remember spending days on the beach?
That was Summer

Remember talking and laughing drinking soda?
Remember putting a helmet and ripping up the dirt and going blazing fast?
That was Summer

Remember cruising along on our bikes hearing our tyres hitting the tarmac?
Remember meeting family members and having a big feast?
That was Summer Sam

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