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7/30/2019 File Clearview Primary School Poetry
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The Secrets of Our
Surroundingspoems by Clearview School children
written during a School for Young Writers
Workshop
8-9 May, 2013
Tutor Jason Clements
Programme director Dr Glyn Strange
Editors Note
The poems from this workshop are a very good result from a 2-day workshop that introduced ideas and ways of going
about things that may have been new to many of the participants. The work produced in any such workshop always
needs editing because there is never enough time for a final polish. The editing done here ranges from simple
correction of punctuation and lineation to the occasional re-ordering or deletion of words to avoid ambiguity or to
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make the meaning clear. Generally the work was of a high standard and little editing was required.
~ Glyn Strange, Director, School for Young Writers
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Farmlands
A mountain bike pedals
along a gravel road.
Pigeons chirp as if cheeringand swallows swoop and dive.
Sheep bleat and hide
from the blinding sun
burning their woollen coats.
Foals jump and frolic
neighing in the dry grass.
A spider creeps along the handlebars
leaving a long trail of silk
to help me find my way home.
Amy McMillan, Year 8
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Facing Phobias
As the sea rolls and rumblesunderneath the ferrys hull
frightened faces turn green
from motion sickness.
Lightning crackleslike nerves frayed by fear.
The heavens are illuminated
like a firework display
as rain pounds on the deck.
The cabins turn pitch black
as girls scream in the dark
afraid of a spider
spreading silken webs.
Breanna Evans, Year 7
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Lifting the Curse
Moss on an oak treeis like a furry beard.
Bark tears like banana peel
from the trunk.
Pea tendrils are barbed wire
on a battlefield.
Cutty grass knives
stab like bayonets.
Mosaics in the garden
are stained glass windows
as safe as the sanctuary of a church.
Burning sage gets rid of my curse
of being stuck inside
with the girls all day long.
Rhys Henderson, Year 7
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Fishing with Dad
Whangarei harbour flourisheslike a playground for bait-fish
to play hide and seek.
Crabs fight over rocky territory
like a twelve-round boxing match.
Snapper weave through seaweed
to avoid a fishing net.
The Pacific licks the side of the boatlike a child slurping a lemonade popsicle.
Gannets are vultures waiting
for the remains of our squid bait.
The boats cabin is a treasure cove
where the aroma of our catch
lingers until tea time.
Ryan Faulkner, Year 7
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Autumn Forest
Goosebumps appear as the sun sinksdeep like an anchor into the night.
Golden oak leaves fill the sky
like autumn stars.
I climb to the tree tops.
as if on a beanstalk.
Descending from the knotted canopy
is like abseiling down a dreadlock.
Mist suffocates the forest floorand the fallen leaves become compost.
Georgia Myers, Year 7
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Royal Reversal
Cavalier King Charles spanielsprance around the park like princes.
Their master hides pork dog-biscuits
in his pocket for training treats.
He calls his dogs and climbs
over a wooden ramp
only followed by his shadow.
They stand as still as the corgi statues.The universe is reversed:master becomes servant.
MacKenzie Parker, Year 8
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Gardens in Glory
Slugs and snails live underPortobello mushrooms
growing as tall as skyscrapers
to house the residents.
Stinging nettles stabat invading wasps
breaking the barrier
of the strawberry patch.
Sparrows swoop downwith claws like ballpoint pens.
Robins soar through
cabbage-tree leaves
covered in dew
that cleans their wings
like a car wash.
Jolie Coleman, Year 7
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Surviving the Wilderness
The forest floor is a pantryfor students learning survival skills.
Rotting oak tree stumps
store edible mushrooms.
A trail of liquid slime leads to a jackpot
of bugs bodies squishing in the damp.
The insect turns numb
cradled in a tight grasp.
Too scared to hold the bug myself
I close my eyes and block my nose
while chewing the huhu grub.
Sophie Watson, Year 7
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Finding your Voice
The guitars body sits on a standcovered by a thin layer of dust.
The plastic pick
lost in the sound hole
is like a corn chipstuck in my throat.
The metal capo clings
beside the tuning pegs
like an artificial limb.
The nylon strings
of the classical guitar
wait for my fingers
to warm its vocal chords.
Ella Curtis-Smith, Year 8
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Metamorphosis
Caterpillar legs crawlalong the balance bar
like ballerinas learning to pli.
Dancers break in their shoes
by stretching the curve of their arches.
Pirouettes en pointe
spin the girls into a chrysalis.
Trading leotards for tutusand stripes for wings of beauty.
Paige Sullivan, Year 8