by Jamie

Suddenly an ear-splitting roar shook the canopy of trees around me. The mighty jaguar was on to me; I imagined his fangs tearing at my flesh. I hid in the bush, hoping he wouldn't find me.

I peeked out and a flash of black shot past me. Little frogs jumped around in the canopy of trees. 
"A poison dart frog," I thought.

There was a hissing sound up in the trees as a tree snake dropped down. It looked at the bushes and slithered away stealthily.

Matariki

Peer mediator play: Niamh, Brendan, Jamie

Slam poet - Shockwave, AKA Jamie

Our writers' circle

Every Wednesday we start the day by writing observations in our Writer's Journals.  Today, at Tama's suggestion, we sat in a circle outside afterwards to share our writing with each other.  We always give each other feedback at the end - today we really liked each other's descriptive writing.

Spiky

The spiky feeling you get when you touch it...

You look closely 
it's a nut
spiky and crumbled, 
sharp.

It tastes like vanilla
and feels like a knife
poking you hard

and it looks like a spiky brush!

By Cody

The nut

It looks like a hedgehog
but it is a nut.

It's got razor-sharp spikes
to protect it from getting eaten.

It feels rough.
It tastes like vanilla.
It smells like toast.

By Quinn



Tree sap

Glowing in the sun
see through 
once golden-brown
with bubbles of goo
shining in the sun

By Eve



It flows off the pohutukawa tree
it fades and loses its colour
then lies still like sand
but it can still travel the world

By Meline



A knot tied of prickles
they're the colour of corn
burnt on fire
black streaks

By Peta



Lumpy crusty shell:
it tastes like paint
it has a gloomy shadow
pink green blue orange and silver
it brings the sea with it.

by Peta



Freezing white shell
sitting on the sand.
The wind swaying 
from side to side
forcing the waves to crash 
and wash the rocks.
The shell still sits there.

By Jamie




In the city 
a poster of a shell
shines in the light
glistening till night-time

By Jamie