Book week Quiz - 3rd place!!!

Big thanks to Josh, Aaryan, Isla, Lauren and Eloise who represented Room 9 so well!
Also thanks to our table dressers who did such an amazing job and our 'give it 100% ' supporters.

Our Home, Land and Sea Poem - Trash to Fashion Rich Task

HOME, LAND AND SEA  -  Room 9

New Zealand - first to give women the vote

Splitting the atom, conquering Everest, Rainbow Warrior despair

Aotearoa fished from the sea

Captain Cooks voyage to discover our land

Land of plenty and black scorching sand

Kupe’s waka across dangerous sea

Treaty of Waitangi - conflict and siege

Waipoua forest speaks secret sounds

A whispered hush, still but clear

Unfamiliar fear, fills the air

I turned each way then faced North

A wise old Morepork

Shares a story of the taniwha

Lurking in mysterious Lake Taupo depths

A kiwi’s footprint still vivid in the mud

Standing tall and proud

Hard stares of challenge greet the opposition

Fans roaring like lions ready to battle

Eyes of adoration fixed on their heroes

Inspiring the next generation to come

As the echoing haka

Brings 10 thousand English to their knees.

Hot golden sand burns my feet as I roam the beach

Receding tide leaves salty crystals scattered across the sand

Green grass speckled with rain dew

Imposing mountains present a challenge to dauntless climbers

The salty water licks at the sand

Sandcastles crumbled in it’s wake

Pushing through the crowds, voices buzzing

A cacophony of languages

A loud Haka rings through the air

The aroma of root vegetables and seafood teases

A cultural showcase exciting the senses

NZ culture, beyond compare

Fish jump through the water right next to you

You reach out your hand, one jumps through

As rough scales rub against your skin,

What a sensation

A sport of Kings, obsessing the nation

Through butter fingers the fish falls through

Jumps back in the water right next to you

The warmth of the classic kiwi mince pie

Sauce dripping, mince oozing

L&P world famous in NZ

Explosion of deliciousness

Crackling fire at the beach house

Marshmallows toasting gooey inside

Hangi, fish’n’chips and kiwi-fruit

Moreish wines, pineapple lumps

NZ pavlova Aussie’s back off

The clouds scatter as the Skytower pierces the sky

Christchurch Cathedral once towered so high

Mt Cook coated in thick, fluffy snow

The Cape Reinga lighthouse shows boats where to go

The Beehive thrives with people working 9 to 5

In the Rotorua Hot Pools no-one wants to dive.

How are ya cuzzie?

Choice Bro, Kapai.

Taking a dig at the Aussie’s

For stealing the pie

I’ll fry up some greasies

To go with it too

Good luck to ya bro

And a box of fluffies to you

Amanda Eason Poet visit

POETRY WORKSHOP WITH AMANDA EASON

By Lauren Smith and Eloise Muir

Two students from every class were 'summoned' to the library to do an extension workshop with poet Amanda Eason. Our assignment was to write a poem about flying based on “Wings” By Pie Corbett. Here are some examples from room 9's two exceptional writers...

If I had wings...

I soar above the treetops,

Skyscrapers,

Great mountains,

Wonders of the world.

Everything that once seemed tall, looming and daunting,

Is small and insignificant.

I see the earth as a blue and green orb, shrouded in clouds.

I am in a cluster of stars, twinkling and shining.

I dive back through the atmosphere, plummeting so fast I hear the wind screeching in my ears.

I float amongst the clouds, teasing out small wisps of fluff and letting them fall back to earth, to land in the cupped hands of a wondering child.

But then, the hour of time granted to me is over.

I drift,

Gently,

Back to the ground.

From now on,

I fly in clunky machines,

Spurting out smoke.

By Eloise Muir

If I had wings I’d fly amongst the fluffy clouds and gently feel them, soft to the touch.

If I’d had wings I’d hear the Gods booming voices arguing about who is the true king.

If I had wings I’d dance among the stars.

I would look down upon Earth, with people like ants and cars like beetles.

I’d see things that have never been seen before by mortal eyes, like mythical creatures that aren’t supposed to exist or Zeus hurling down a fearful bolt of lightning.

It would feel like i was free without a care in the world,.

Then, of choice i would land and go back to everything before I could fly, never to soar the sunny, clear blue skies again.

By Lauren Smith