In Writing Workshop we are learning about poetry. One of the activities was making a found poem. We all looked at some picture books for poetic phrases and wrote them down in our Lifebooks. Then we picked our favorite one and wrote it on a piece of paper. We sat in a circle with our phrases and read them. Then we had to move around to revise the poem. We wanted our phrases to sound good with the ones before it and after it. We reorganized our ideas into a poem-like piece of writing. We think it sounds good. Do you?
by Cole
Tasman
From the surface comes a glowing light.
Warm and soft like a sleepy cat resting.
Where the trout flashed like jewels in the sunlight
Gazing in silence.
It freckles our feet, glazes our toes.
The viking fire that made the forge glow
Swaggered like pirates.
Slick with sweat I run back home
Clumsy, disjointed, and loose.
Her baby wings were as useless and limp as wet paper.
The sun sank lower into the long glowing clouds.
Slowly dusk ours the syrup of darkness into the forest.
Waikato
The sunshine sits in my lap.
Soaking up the hot summer sun
I'm sizzling like a hot potato.
Where else is the soil so sweet?
Warm and soft like a sleepy cat resting.
He looks like a tinker toy project gone wrong.
I'm sizzling like a hot potato.
Warm and sultry
While night and day stand whispering secrets before they go their separate ways.
With invisible arms dawn erases the stars from the blackboard of night.
A creep of home as the wind grows bold.
You will always remain in my heart.
We always finish what we start.
The sunshine sits in my lap.
by Cole
Tasman
From the surface comes a glowing light.
Warm and soft like a sleepy cat resting.
Where the trout flashed like jewels in the sunlight
Gazing in silence.
It freckles our feet, glazes our toes.
The viking fire that made the forge glow
Swaggered like pirates.
Slick with sweat I run back home
Clumsy, disjointed, and loose.
Her baby wings were as useless and limp as wet paper.
The sun sank lower into the long glowing clouds.
Slowly dusk ours the syrup of darkness into the forest.
Waikato
The sunshine sits in my lap.
Soaking up the hot summer sun
I'm sizzling like a hot potato.
Where else is the soil so sweet?
Warm and soft like a sleepy cat resting.
He looks like a tinker toy project gone wrong.
I'm sizzling like a hot potato.
Warm and sultry
While night and day stand whispering secrets before they go their separate ways.
With invisible arms dawn erases the stars from the blackboard of night.
A creep of home as the wind grows bold.
You will always remain in my heart.
We always finish what we start.
The sunshine sits in my lap.
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