This year, I have added the role of English teacher to my repertoire. Despite my concerns and anxiety about teaching a subject that I have never taught before, I have had a great time. I love teaching English. So far. I teach my Yr 9 form class so it is an excellent way to get to know them better. They have embraced the first term’s unit on poetry and I have been amazed at the poems they have produced. I am sure that this is nothing to do with my teaching and everything to do with their enthusiasm. Anyway, I thought it was worth sharing some of their work. There were so many great ones to choose from and I can’t post them all here but I have chosen three.
The first one is from an activity to explore personification. The students had a list of nouns and a list of verbs that they had to match up and then craft into a poem.
Personification Poem by Olivia
Splashing colours all over
The blank canvas
Creating an oasis
That smears itself across the sky
Like an artist blending all sorts of colours
With just one simple stroke
The morning sings
As the birds
Their well-rehearsed song
Lingering in the air
As the heat of the day increases
The sun dances across the skies above
Shining it’s rays down
Over the cities below
The waves smash themselves forcefully
Yet so softly
Against the damp sand
Leaving a splash
Of cold salty spray
Clinging onto particles
Of the dusty golden goodness
The sea whispers softly
Words of encouragement
Filling the ears
Of scared little children
Taking their first steps into the water
Liquid licking their toes
Parents clutching their tiny hands
Looking over the green countryside
Like a king overlooking his kingdom
The sky brings a beautiful bright blue
Contrasting with the trees
Dotted over the mountain
A stone sleeps
After a long day
As the sun gently melts away
Enveloped by long grass
Slightly swaying in the cool air
Night takes over
A pitch black darkness spreading
Only once being brightened
As the moon comforts
As they await sleep to fall upon them
Stars guide the way to the morning
Leaving a sparkling trail
Like a snail
Twinkling against the black duvet of the sky
This one is Rosie’s final poem. She chose to have a go at a nonsense poem.
The Llama who thought He was a Man
Stop! Wait. Go back.
Cut some slack
I’m not a llama
I don’t eat grass
At least, I don’t think
I have in the past
I am a llama?!
Seriously, cut the joke
You’ve said nothing but tosh
since first you spoke
Oh stop it!
I’m quite sick of this game
You don’t know a thing about humor
You’re jokes are laaaaaaaaaaaaaaaame!!!!
Nope, I’m not listening
What childish behaviour
I’m going away now
See you later!
Stop following me, I say!
Please go away!
Can you not hear me at all?
I do believe
You don’t understand
Your listening skills are poor
But perhaps, I wonder
If you do understand
Then why do you insist
I have a fury coat
Which my eyesight
Has somehow missed!
Fine, I shall prove it!
Come here to this puddle
I’ll prove I’m no animal
Your brain’s in a muddle
You see, you nutcase
My reflection is fine
I am a huma-
Wait! That face is not mine!
How can it be?
Things shouldn’t be as they are
Something is wrong!
Something is- AAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!
I’m a llama! I’m a llama!
What a dreadful sight!
I’m a llama! I’m a LLAMA!
Goodness help me, YOU WERE RIGHT!!!!!!
And finally, Sophie’s poem about camp is full of energy and paints a great picture of what camp was all about.
Year 9 Camp 2014
In bushcraft we made manuka tea
Which I had to skull down on 1, 2, 3
At archery we aimed to hit a bulls eye
But I did not I just hit nearby
In rock climbing we had to climb a big wall
While trying not to think what would happen if we’d fall
If your group didn’t work as a team in ABL
You would realise you were going to be unstable
Mountain Biking had its ups and downs
Which made some of us end up with the browns!!
At raft building we had to float our team
Which in some cases was a bit extreme
You had to be good at mountaineering
To complete the challenge of orienteering
Waka Ama was a race
And we had a hard time to chase
In kayaking falling into the muddy water
Was like watching a lamb at the slaughter
I finished my week with the tramp
Which was a great way to finished such a good camp!