Kia Ora, Im Mika Comrie. Im 13 nd im a student at Tamatea Int.
I believe wealth isnt just about having money. It is the memories you make with the people you love. Childhood memories to look back on. The warm feeling you get, looking through old boxes filled to the brim with pictures drawn years ago. Dancing in the supermarket to songs you danced to, with old mates. Time can be seen as a form of wealth if you live it right.
I wrote a poem based on this topic, and I have been asked to share. I would love to hear your answers or writing too.
Wealth isn't only money, coins and pots of gold, Its snuggling up by the fireplace, when the house gets dry and cold.
A rainbow ribbon pinned in the sky, the grass is dewy and damp, Singing around the bonfire, Out at the family camp.
Dressing like knights, kings and queens, Shoes soggy with mud. Trailing behind on the bush walks, Say goodnight with a hug
That bitter taste of medicine, When you're stuck at home in bed. Checking the closet for monsters, knowing it's all in your head.
Memories are there to remind us, Of things we did before, Like places we've been, and family we've seen, That we don't see anymore.
Hey Mika it is Kerri here. Your 'Wealth' poem is outstanding. I love that you have thought about the specific moments that make you feel wealthy. It really shows how we can find those precious snippets in the things that we might take for granted.
I particularly love "A rainbow pinned in the sky". This helps give the impression of how temporary they are.
Hi my name is Saskia I am 13 and go to Tamatea intermediate school this is my poem on memories.
Memories
They run through our minds faster than light like diamonds each one different and special They could be the little things like hearing the rusty scream of the swings as you are saturated with the cold cries of the clouds Or big things like using all your might to throw your graduation hat higher than everyone else in your year But whether they be Happy or sad Passionate or disgusting Proud or envious They are all we have to remember in our life so we cherish everyone we make.
Thank you for sharing your poem about memories. You have used some vivid language to help tell your story. I really love "the rusty scream of the swings" - clever personification. I can connect with that as often swings are squeaky when you get on!
I agree that whatever the memory they all make up our life journey so we should cherish them.
The final week of #NZreadaloud for Term 2! It has flown by - but what an amazing set of texts we have studied and been inspired by. This week we look at 'Cosmic Pancakes' by Kelda Hains. The challenge at the end is this ... Don't worry if you go into next week with your Masterchef Pancake Bake-off. It would be fab to see some photos on the blog as you complete the activities. Mā te wā Kerri
Here are a couple of my students' version of the poem "Wealth". Tracey Hunter Outram School Wealth by Mya Wealth can be counted, but in time not in dollars or things. Days since you ate a warm roast, hours since you last played basketball with your brothers or swimming in the cold Bannockburn lake, how recently you've been running down the court playing netball. camping how many weeks before you get to see cousins how long until you get to spend Christmas with your family again. Wealth by Will Wealth can be counted, but in time not in dollars or things. Days since you made a batch of steaming raspberry muffins hours since you lay on the sun absorbing the sun streaming in or sitting round the table feasting on a lamb roast with your family how recently you've finished a lego creation How many weeks before you get to play a game of Friday night hockey in the winter cold How long until you next lie on the grass staring up at the clouds.
Kia Ora, Im Mika Comrie. Im 13 nd im a student at Tamatea Int.
ReplyDeleteI believe wealth isnt just about having money. It is the memories you make with the people you love. Childhood memories to look back on. The warm feeling you get, looking through old boxes filled to the brim with pictures drawn years ago. Dancing in the supermarket to songs you danced to, with old mates. Time can be seen as a form of wealth if you live it right.
I wrote a poem based on this topic, and I have been asked to share.
I would love to hear your answers or writing too.
Wealth isn't only money, coins and pots of gold,
Its snuggling up by the fireplace,
when the house gets dry and cold.
A rainbow ribbon pinned in the sky,
the grass is dewy and damp,
Singing around the bonfire,
Out at the family camp.
Dressing like knights, kings and queens,
Shoes soggy with mud.
Trailing behind on the bush walks,
Say goodnight with a hug
That bitter taste of medicine,
When you're stuck at home in bed.
Checking the closet for monsters,
knowing it's all in your head.
Memories are there to remind us,
Of things we did before,
Like places we've been, and family we've seen,
That we don't see anymore.
- Mika Comrie
Hey Mika it is Kerri here.
DeleteYour 'Wealth' poem is outstanding. I love that you have thought about the specific moments that make you feel wealthy. It really shows how we can find those precious snippets in the things that we might take for granted.
I particularly love "A rainbow pinned in the sky". This helps give the impression of how temporary they are.
Thanks for sharing.
ReplyDeleteHi my name is Saskia I am 13 and go to Tamatea intermediate school this is my poem on memories.
Memories
They run through our minds faster than light like diamonds each one different and special
They could be the little things like hearing the rusty scream of the swings as you are saturated with the cold cries of the clouds
Or big things like using all your might to throw your graduation hat higher than everyone else in your year
But whether they be
Happy or sad
Passionate or disgusting
Proud or envious
They are all we have to remember in our life so we cherish everyone we make.
-Saskia Lumsden-Leckie
Hi Saskia it is Kerri here.
DeleteThank you for sharing your poem about memories. You have used some vivid language to help tell your story. I really love "the rusty scream of the swings" - clever personification. I can connect with that as often swings are squeaky when you get on!
I agree that whatever the memory they all make up our life journey so we should cherish them.
Kia ora.