Play: Lucky Dip

My cousin | by Jet

Me and my
cousin,

what do we do?

We like playing basketball
like some dudes
getting three baskets in a row.
Did you know?
That's me and my bro?!

Skydive | by Jet

It was a blur rushing down to the ground.  My cheeks were flapping around like a bird. When I looked down I could see a wrecked ship and a massive pile of blue liquid. I tried to reach out to the string.

I started to go down slower, slower and slower.

Silver tooth | by Jet

Two days ago I was at the hospital. I was in a bed: not just a normal bed, it could spin, go up, and down. Then I had to go into a gigantic room. It was scary looking at the tools they used to fix my teeth. One looked like a hammer but it was way sharper and then they had to put a mask over my face and gas into it. Then I fell asleep. When I woke up my mouth hurt so much that I had to have medicine. Dad was there waiting for me and he gave me an ice block. I said to Dad, "Who are you?" then I felt a silver tooth. I was freaked out. Then I gave Dad a biiiiig hug and we went home.

Slam poet - Jet

Our poem of the week: Windrest

Each week we have a poem of the week. On Fridays we handwrite and illustrate it. This week our poem of the week was Windrest, by Laura Ranger, a young New Zealander who had a book of poetry published when she was 10 years old. She wrote this one when she was 7.

Here are Noah and Jet's illustrations of Windrest:

WINDREST

At Windrest cottage garden

the wind has a holiday

from blowing.

It rests in the summerhouse

while the sweet birds sing

and red roses clamber

up the fence.

I walk barefoot

in mud and grass

past the waterlilies

and flowerbeds.

Shhhhh the flowers

are sleeping

and the hydrangea

is night blue.

I find a small

treehouse

where sweetpeas

tiptoe up the wall.

The wind is homesick

and feeling faint.

She arrives home sighing

in the garden.

A dovecote sways

in the olive tree.

Laura Ranger, age 7