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Students have been taking part in writing activities for our Get NZ Writing from SchoolKit.  Today we finished off writing our metaphors: about the class and about ourselves.  Here are some about our class:

If our class was a vehicle, what vehicle would we be?

• Room 8 is a tow truck, helping everyone along.
• Room 8 is a rocket ship, blasting every challenge.
• Room 8 is a bus speeding out of control, kids screaming in the back!
• Room 8 is a drift car, drifting around every obstacle it sees.
• Room 8 is a convertible - you have to take the roof off to see what is inside.
• Room 8 is a plane soaring through the sky, doing barrel rolls and loop 'd loops.
• Room 8 is a row boat, all helping paddle to our destination.
• Room 8 is a fast car, running to their lunch boxes.
• Room 8 is a plane waiting to hit the ground.

If our class was a sandwich, what kind of sandwich would we be?

• Room 8 is a sandwich crumbling and overflowing with all sorts of goodies.
• Room 8 is  sandwich with many different layers, small and big.
• Room 8 is a chicken sandwich, slowly getting things added and becoming more delicious.
• Room 8 is a sandwich with lots of different fillings; some are sour, some are bitter, some are cheesy and some are sweet!

The students chose metaphors to put on their SchoolKit card and decorated them.

Next was our "Found Poem".  We got some old books from the Student Centre and rescued them from being thrown out.  After gluing pages together in clumps of 5-6, students read through a page and circled words and phrases that interested them.  This was to make a "Found Poem".  The words were then circles in black and background pictures to go with the theme were added.  Some of the poems were pretty amazing!!

Here are some poems written today:

something left

the track had been mended

much delayed

travelling carriage roofs, so crowded

Switzerland

room to stretch

truck, stove, fire, warm

grumbling camp

fattened

Christmas

Bridget

underneath the weathered old cottage

the fields that were alive

the bright sun came up out of the sea

bobbing flashlight 

under trees

dark

drooping willow

have a good drink of water

The first light of the morning sun

through leafy treetops

She wasn't far enough

Mackenzie

sat helplessly
warriors
the Indians
obliterate
hard-packed earth
Monongahela River
Fort Duquesne, Marsh Creek
the forts were built for military defense
Fort Duquensne
impossible
Indian captivity
fort
sharp knife
cut off all the hair
sharp flint stone
Shawnee
painful ordeal

Logan

flames, spraying in fragments,

in thousands of pieces

in a storm of fire,

so swiftly

the sky aflame,

smother him in clouds of fire,

sixty miles an hour; swirling fire and smoke

heat, fearful heat

air he breathed.

Instantly he lost the line,

Vanished

Gone

Hannah

I look forward to seeing more of these free-verse poems written!

Ms. M