Pt Betsy Lighthouse

Above the trees, I saw raging clouds trying to kill the sun. I looked to my right and saw a two-storied house, with a lighthouse as still as a statue. I walked forward and saw freezing cold ice, like a wall of rock. The trees felt like sticks of rough sandpaper and looked like water pipes. The waves were as small as ten ants stacked on top of each other. The ground was cold, like in a deep down cave. Icicles hung to the shore like vines on a tree.

The Old Lighthouse

In front of me, I saw a spooky house. The house was behind a black wooden gate, that was guarding the house. There were tall rustling trees, as tall as giants. The sea was cold, with icicles hanging on the side, dangling down like silver vines. The sky was as dark as a wardrobe with no lights. The house was white and it was connected to an old deserted lighthouse. When I was staring at the sea, the waves crashed right into me. The raging sea was roaring like lions.

Scary Story!

As I jumped out of the car with excitement, I was thirsty for air. I saw the clouds eating the sun. It was like a nightmare in real life. It was frightening and it felt like my heart had exploded. The house reminded me of Dracula's house. I stood on the ground and felt my feet sinking into the icy, cold ground. On my way to the house, lots of trees shot up in front of me. "Is this a trap?" I said to myself. "It must be!" said an evil voice coming from the sea. I walked over, as quiet as I could. I dipped my hand into the sea. Suddenly, something pulled me in. It kept me under the water for ages! I couldn't hold my breath for any longer. I got out at last and the evil voice came back again, but this time it wasn't really a sentence. "Oh Oh!" "What was that?" I said to myself. "Oh Oh!" There it was again. SCARY!

The Old Lighthouse

Above me, I saw the sky. It was patchy, with dark grey clouds bowling in, to ruin the bright blue sky. Below the sky, I saw the trees, towering over the house like soldiers. The bare naked trees swayed from the wind, coming in from all different directions, like fairies arriving for a secret meeting with the Queen. Left of the trees, I saw the frozen lake, the ice four times thicker than a seal's blubber. The waves lapped like dominoes collapsing.   Beyond the waves there was an old deserted lighthouse, as white as a page from a book. The house was standing as still as a statue. It was old, hagged and dull.

Above the trees there were clouds as far as the eye could see, like stampede of running antelopes. As I stood by the sea, I saw a never-ending darkness. The giant trees guarded the house in the distance.

As I stared at the raging clouds clouds, swarming across the sky, I shivered. Icicles hung from the bank of solid rock. To the left of me, I could see a huge ghost-like house. I stared at the horribly big lighthouse beside the house. Above me, I saw towering trees, like twisty vines. As I trudged closer to the humungous house and suddenly I heard a big crash. I was scared to death, but when I turned around it was only the waves lapping against the ice on the slippery rocks. I gazed at this huge house again. It looked as if was deserted. Suddenly moonlight shone down on the house and moths danced on the window panes.

The Old House

In the distance, I saw a house that was guarded by an army of naked trees. When I looked up, the clouds were invading the sky, until every gap was taken. I looked back at the ugly house. The sea was crashing into the house like a ton of raging bulls. On my left, I saw bubbling waves jumping out onto the land. I looked down at the rocky ground. I was scared to death. I didn't want to go inside the house. My heart was pounding like when I bounce on the trampoline.

The Old Lighthouse

As I approached the lighthouse, I was alone, like I had never met anyone before. Icicles hung down from the side of the house. On the fence, the gaps were filled with ice. The light on the top of the lighthouse went on,off,on,off. It was like I was in a horror movie! The trees were very old. I know because some bark fell on my head. The clouds were swirling around the top of the lighthouse. Moths were dancing around the light. The waves were bashing against the side of the ice. The sea was floppy and wavy, and really, really cold! The sea danced hopelessly across the rocks.

The Wind

There is a place where the raw polar winds blow, bitter and raging.
The trees stand tall next to me grasping their bony long roots into the freezing, snowy ground.

Still, I stroll through the isolated land when a gust of wind strong and whirling, hits my face bitterly ,chilling me to the bone.
The misty winds pick up the clouds which gather in groups, turning darker than ever, raging their tempers.

The snowy icy ground below my feet crackles like the fire.

By Olive Pujol (aged 8 years) R16

Autumn Cinquain Poem

This is the cinquain we wrote together this morning.

Autumn
Sunset colours
Swaying, blowing, drifting
Crisp, delicate leaves falling down fast.
Season

by Room 10

Cinquain Poems

We analysed these cinquain poems and this is what we discovered.


Tidal Wave
Look out!
It is coming
Like a curling monster
The raging crashing waves approach
Run! run!


Shipwreck
Waves lash
Against the boat
Like a slavedriver's whips
Trying to keep the boat afloat
All's lost


Listen!
With faint dry sound,
Like steps of passing ghosts,
The leaves, frost crisped, break from trees
And fall.

They have the following rules/pattern...
one word
(subject or noun)
Line 2:
two words
(adjectives) that describe line 1
Line 3:
three words
(action verbs or can be a simile) that relate to line 1
Line 4:
four words
(feelings or a complete sentence) that relates to line 1
Line 5:
one word
(synonym of line 1 or a word that sums it up)

Autumn Haiku

Swaying leaves falling
Yellow, green, pink and brown leaves
Crisp leaves are falling

By Jacob Year 4

AUTUMN

Leaves swish in the breeze

Wind chops the leaves off the trees

It smells just like grapes

By Will (Year 4)

Poems

Frost
Jack Frost swoops across
The glimmering grass and frost
Covers the dark floor.


Night
Night,
Moon, Stars,
Sleeping, Dark, Snoring,
Dark, Quiet, Light, Bright,
Awake, Talking, Loud,
Bright, Sun,
Day

Matthew ( aged 7)

How the Tuatara Got His Spikes

Max' s Myth

Long, long ago in New Zealand there was a great chief called Tane Hoka Hoka, who was God of the birds. On the shores of Wairoa lived a tuatara called Koa Koa but he didn't have a home. While Koa Koa was walking past a big rock he spotted a white bird up ahead. He looked to both sides of him and he noticed a hole so he walked into it. Soon he spotted a white bird in front of him. The bird saw him and fluffed up his feathers like a white tea cosy. The bird spoke. "Why are you in my hole? You bad, bad lizard." The bird called to Tane Hoka Hoka. "This bad, bad lizard has been in my hole", said the bird. The chief got angry and carved thirty spikes and made a big bow out of wood and flax. One by one he fired them and they landed down the lizard's spine, head and tail. First they went down the head, then onto the spine and after that onto the tail. "Now we will say goodbye to the chief, Tane Hoka Hoka and the tuatara, Koa Koa and last of all the white bird who fluffed up his feathers like a white tea cosy. His name was actually Cosy.

Max H

Sam's Retell

Many stories ago, in ancient times, there was a lady called Rona. She had some siblings who were thirsty, so Rona went to look for the water pot. She said, "Crackers! I need to get more water." So Rona went to the river to get more water. When on her way back to the house the moon went behind some clouds and Rona said, "You stupid moon. I can't see where I'm going."
So the moon grabbed Rona, but she held onto the Ngaio tree. Rona and the nagaio tree stayed on the moon for ever.

Sam P

How the Pukeko Got His Colour

Many generations ago, there was a native bird callled the Pukeko and this is the story of how he got his colour. One day Tane Mahuta called a meeting and gathered all the birds. Tane Mahuta shouted, "Pukeko will you eat the insects?"
"Kao", he said, " I am going for a walk."
When the pukeko was walking, he didn't see where he was going and he fell into some blue paint. When he got up his beakfell into some orange paint. And that is how the pukejko got his colours.

Sam

The ANZAC Poppy

That lonely poppy standing in the centre
Of the smoky battle feild,
Scarlet petals drifting down.
The wind blows against the lime green stalk,
Which makes the rosey red poppy sway.
The green leaves cover the red blood,
Over the dead soldires,
In the dark, black battle feids.

The poppy crinkles as a sign of bravery,
And a symbol of the tragic war.

Gregor Findlay ( aged 8 years)
1st place ( Wanaka Library Poetry Competition)

Soldier in the War

Soldier in the war, what do you see?
Gunfire soaring over the sandy trench,
Blood and mud dripping on me.
Green foes with guns sprinting,
Canons stay standing in front of red, yellow and orange explosion.
Russians lie dead or crying for help
As planes fly by.

Helicopters hover above us,
Torpedoes glide like seagulls,
Through the dark murky sky.
Puffs of smoke go up towards God,
As soldiers receive white bandages.

Jake Nicholson (aged 8 years)
Second Place in Wanaka Library Poetry Competition

Earthquake!

I felt a violent shaking beneath my feet, then the house started to sway. Things fell to the floor and smashed. Mum was screaming for us to get under the table. I heard the baby crying as I ducked under and held tight. When it was over, we listened for Civil Defence on the radio. Slowly, I crawled from under the table. It was a horrible sight, the kitchen was a bomb site. There was a gaping hole and rubble on the ground, the pots and pans were everywhere. Glasses were smashed and there were bits of glass all over the floor. I walked to my bedroom. It was worse than the kitchen. My wardrobe was flat on the floor, my bunks were on their side and it's blankets eyerywhere. My version of the family crest was smashed on the ground. I ran to the window and the footpath was piled high with rubble!

Poppy Poems

The ANZAC Poppy
In the battle field of doom
A long wide carpet of blood red poppies lie.
The petals are so red and show soldiers are dead.
The dull green stems show the soldiers clothing.
Smokey air from the gun's shooting.
Tragic war ends, but not the poppy.

Toby (9 years)


Blood Red Poppy
Dying soldiers, blood puddles,
Tanks all over the place.
Battlefield.

Petals of poppies,
The stems are very
hairy and green.

Blown up trucks
Poppies are a reminder
of the dead soldier's blood.

Blood poppies swaying in the battle field of doom.

Henry (7 years)