wheels zooming
trees blurring
waves passing by
crashing against the breakers
a rough and tumbling ride
Friday 27 June 2014
Tuesday 24 June 2014
Wednesday 18 June 2014
Writers' journals riddles and poems
Every Wednesday we start the day with observational drawing and writing in our writers' journals. There's a fad for riddles going on at the moment, along with our usual passion for poetry...
The helicopter
by Francesca
The helicopter falls around and around
in circles
and flutters in a slight breeze.
It got rumpled
rain's sliding down the base of the wings
it cracks and crackles
in the breeze
fluttering downwards.
Colours
by Peta
There are colours
that nobody can name
it has patterns of all kinds
slippery like silk
it has some bumps
that can only be felt
they can't be seen
but they can be touched
the vampire teeth
want to hurt the people
the taste buds
want to taste some more blood.
The shadow's shadow
by Ella
My shadow has a shadow
and the shadow is me
we are exactly the same
but when he goes away
I am all alone...
Guess what I am!
By Mel
I sparkle
in the sunlight
I glow
the colours of the rainbow
I also can crack again
in any shape
What am I?
... paua!
I swirl around
like a tornado
I'm sharp
at the end and
I get fatter
at the bottom
at all times
I can hear
the light
waves of the sea
What am I?
... a shell!
I twirl
and twirl
around as
I get down
like a helicopter
I am light brown
and I have veins
that you can see.
What am I?
... a maple tree seed!
As I hit the ground
I go
thump thump
thump and
sometimes crack.
I can be found
nearly everywhere
in different way.
What am I?
... a rock!
As I fall I land in heaven and turn
from green to yellow to orange
to red and finally to brown
and lie there
but I can still
travel around the world.
What am I?
... a leaf!
Morning
by Luca
feet frozen,
cheeks tingling, zip tightened
hands shoved into pockets
I trudge up the alleyway
My hair flying back into the wind
Fuzzy figure
by Dot
It's fluffy like a toy dog
it's brown like chocolate
it's warm in my hands
it's fuzzy and fuzzy and
fuzzy!
Clock
by Dot
tick tock tick tock
it's a clock
now it's 6 o' clock
Untitled
by Dot
A smooth
rich caramel brown triangle
on my grey hard desk
stripes of light,
bright and white
looks like a yellow lemony colour
on the back
Untitled
by Aliya
one small cut shell
with a hole
shaped like the sea
one little shell with lines curved
like the calm sea
The frame
by Aliya
It's a mini frame of shell
as white as snow
sitting on my dull grey desk
and it looks magical
The shell
by Amelie
the wavy swirly pattern on the shell
pale orange, skin colour, creamy white,
a blob of colour on the beach,
plainly the colour of bleach!
Who am I?
by Tama
It's in the middle
but with more than one
it's very quiet
but only when told
it has a clown
that's upside down
but all of them
are really stars.
Who am I?
...M13!
Changes
a found poem by Joe
The north wind doth blow
Dragon smoke rain wind
who has seen the wind
to a red kite
windy nights stopping by woods
on a snowy evening.
Untitled
by Saoirse
the orange egg rubs against my palm
making me quiver
all over.
The flappy thing
by Mahinaz
the flappy thing is
if you throw it up
it comes down
like a helicopter thing
at the top
and it goes light to dark
and there's a circle on it
and at the bottom it is little
and beautiful
What am I?
by Jamieson
I look like gas
I live under the water.
I am tasty to eat.
What am I?
A piece of paua.
I am black and white
and like a stick.
What am I?
A tiger snake.
I am black and yellow
and I am venomous.
What am I?
A black and yellow frog
that is venomous.
The helicopter
by Francesca
The helicopter falls around and around
in circles
and flutters in a slight breeze.
It got rumpled
rain's sliding down the base of the wings
it cracks and crackles
in the breeze
fluttering downwards.
Colours
by Peta
There are colours
that nobody can name
it has patterns of all kinds
slippery like silk
it has some bumps
that can only be felt
they can't be seen
but they can be touched
the vampire teeth
want to hurt the people
the taste buds
want to taste some more blood.
The shadow's shadow
by Ella
My shadow has a shadow
and the shadow is me
we are exactly the same
but when he goes away
I am all alone...
Guess what I am!
By Mel
I sparkle
in the sunlight
I glow
the colours of the rainbow
I also can crack again
in any shape
What am I?
... paua!
I swirl around
like a tornado
I'm sharp
at the end and
I get fatter
at the bottom
at all times
I can hear
the light
waves of the sea
What am I?
... a shell!
I twirl
and twirl
around as
I get down
like a helicopter
I am light brown
and I have veins
that you can see.
What am I?
... a maple tree seed!
As I hit the ground
I go
thump thump
thump and
sometimes crack.
I can be found
nearly everywhere
in different way.
What am I?
... a rock!
As I fall I land in heaven and turn
from green to yellow to orange
to red and finally to brown
and lie there
but I can still
travel around the world.
What am I?
... a leaf!
Morning
by Luca
feet frozen,
cheeks tingling, zip tightened
hands shoved into pockets
I trudge up the alleyway
My hair flying back into the wind
Fuzzy figure
by Dot
It's fluffy like a toy dog
it's brown like chocolate
it's warm in my hands
it's fuzzy and fuzzy and
fuzzy!
Clock
by Dot
tick tock tick tock
it's a clock
now it's 6 o' clock
Untitled
by Dot
A smooth
rich caramel brown triangle
on my grey hard desk
stripes of light,
bright and white
looks like a yellow lemony colour
on the back
Untitled
by Aliya
one small cut shell
with a hole
shaped like the sea
one little shell with lines curved
like the calm sea
The frame
by Aliya
It's a mini frame of shell
as white as snow
sitting on my dull grey desk
and it looks magical
The shell
by Amelie
the wavy swirly pattern on the shell
pale orange, skin colour, creamy white,
a blob of colour on the beach,
plainly the colour of bleach!
Who am I?
by Tama
It's in the middle
but with more than one
it's very quiet
but only when told
it has a clown
that's upside down
but all of them
are really stars.
Who am I?
...M13!
Changes
a found poem by Joe
The north wind doth blow
Dragon smoke rain wind
who has seen the wind
to a red kite
windy nights stopping by woods
on a snowy evening.
Untitled
by Saoirse
the orange egg rubs against my palm
making me quiver
all over.
The flappy thing
by Mahinaz
the flappy thing is
if you throw it up
it comes down
like a helicopter thing
at the top
and it goes light to dark
and there's a circle on it
and at the bottom it is little
and beautiful
What am I?
by Jamieson
I look like gas
I live under the water.
I am tasty to eat.
What am I?
A piece of paua.
I am black and white
and like a stick.
What am I?
A tiger snake.
I am black and yellow
and I am venomous.
What am I?
A black and yellow frog
that is venomous.
Friday 13 June 2014
The process of weathering, erosion, and deposition | By Harry
First weathering: weathering is when wind or water weakens rock or soil. For example, the sea wall was weakened by the wind. The wind blows the water which creates a wave and brings tiny rocks with it. The water is wearing away at the rocks.
Over hundreds of years the rocks disappear as they become sand particles. This happens to all the rocks in the sea.
Second, erosion. We can erode the land in mines. You would find the rock or crystal and then it would go into a mine cart, travel all around the mine and go back to the start.
The wind can be very strong so it picks up dirt. The water is strong because anything that goes near it can be picked up and washed away.
Mostly dirt and sand is eroded by water or the wind. Then rocks can be deposited down a creek and end up in the sea and then they may be never found again. A delta is a rivermouth that's been building up with sand a lot. When sand builds up because it's come from somewhere else it is called deposition.
Over hundreds of years the rocks disappear as they become sand particles. This happens to all the rocks in the sea.
Second, erosion. We can erode the land in mines. You would find the rock or crystal and then it would go into a mine cart, travel all around the mine and go back to the start.
The wind can be very strong so it picks up dirt. The water is strong because anything that goes near it can be picked up and washed away.
Mostly dirt and sand is eroded by water or the wind. Then rocks can be deposited down a creek and end up in the sea and then they may be never found again. A delta is a rivermouth that's been building up with sand a lot. When sand builds up because it's come from somewhere else it is called deposition.
Wednesday 11 June 2014
night poems | By Ella
The moon and stars
The dark sky is a blanket
the stars are holes
and the moon is a torn edge
that the birds disappear into
when the sun wakes up
it simply pushes away
and shines its morning shine
In the night
In the night the wind whispers to the trees.
In the night the bush animals snuggle into a bed of leaves.
In the night I look out my bedroom window and listen to the glistening trees...
And stare at the twinkling stars then snuggle down and fall asleep.
The dark sky is a blanket
the stars are holes
and the moon is a torn edge
that the birds disappear into
when the sun wakes up
it simply pushes away
and shines its morning shine
In the night
In the night the wind whispers to the trees.
In the night the bush animals snuggle into a bed of leaves.
In the night I look out my bedroom window and listen to the glistening trees...
And stare at the twinkling stars then snuggle down and fall asleep.
Tuesday 10 June 2014
The Big Day (Cross Country) | by Laila
I could taste my own fear. It felt like fright and horror. My heart sounded like waves washed up in the sea. The mud was saturated in water and grass; you couldn't just see it, you could feel it. The air was fresh and clear and the only sound was the crackling of trees and yelps of children yelling. I seemed to feel the odd sad bit. All of a sudden I gazed up and saw my mum.
An hour passed and it was race time. My foot had the odd quiver. Smash! I was off, jogging at the back of the herd. By the time the fence came up I felt better after I had passed about ten people. Up and over, thinking first, I am glad it is not the gut buster. Slip slop, oops, I slipped in mud; I kept standing though. At the end Ella was only one metre in front. Well, that's it.
I was gutted as I pushed myself to the tarpaulin. It was the best race ever. One metre, I thought, not bad.
An hour passed and it was race time. My foot had the odd quiver. Smash! I was off, jogging at the back of the herd. By the time the fence came up I felt better after I had passed about ten people. Up and over, thinking first, I am glad it is not the gut buster. Slip slop, oops, I slipped in mud; I kept standing though. At the end Ella was only one metre in front. Well, that's it.
I was gutted as I pushed myself to the tarpaulin. It was the best race ever. One metre, I thought, not bad.
Sunday 8 June 2014
South Coast Kids' Bike Track
Can you spot some M13 kids in there, having a great time, cycling up a storm, and planting to beautify and stabalise the land?!
Our local bike track was officially opened yesterday by a great crowd of helpers and supporters.
Our local bike track was officially opened yesterday by a great crowd of helpers and supporters.
Topped off with a lolly scramble!
Friday 6 June 2014
IBTV
Here is the Freedom Friday Island Bay TV kids' first go at creating our own television channel!
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