Tuku, Laga and Teresa's presentation of Rain by Hone Tuwhare. They chose and put the images together that illustrated what was being said in the poem.
As a class, we have been studying poetry.
We read Hone Tuwhare's poem, Rain and focussed on how we use our five senses to interpret things.
We closed our eyes and tried to image how things feel, smell, sound when it's raining. Then, by using Windows Movie Maker, we searched for images that reflected our own answers and made them into little movies to help us interpret the poem.
Rain
I can hear you
Making small holes
In the silence
Rain
If I were deaf
the pores of my skin
would open to you
and shut
And I
should know you
by the lick of you
if I were blind
the something
special smell of you
when the sun cakes
the ground
the steady
drum-roll sound
you make
when the wind drops
But if I
should not hear
smell or feel or see
you
you would still
define me
disperse me
wash over me
rain
Hone Tuwhare
Monday, September 22, 2008
Rain by Hone Tuwhare
Manatu, John and Soni's presentation of Rain by Hone Tuwhare. They chose and put the images together that illustrated what was being said in the poem.
As a class, we have been studying poetry.
We read Hone Tuwhare's poem, Rain and focussed on how we use our five senses to interpret things.
We closed our eyes and tried to image how things feel, smell, sound when it's raining. Then, by using Windows Movie Maker, we searched for images that reflected our own answers and made them into little movies to help us interpret the poem.
Rain
I can hear you
Making small holes
In the silence
Rain
If I were deaf
the pores of my skin
would open to you
and shut
And I
should know you
by the lick of you
if I were blind
the something
special smell of you
when the sun cakes
the ground
the steady
drum-roll sound
you make
when the wind drops
But if I
should not hear
smell or feel or see
you
you would still
define me
disperse me
wash over me
rain
Hone Tuwhare
As a class, we have been studying poetry.
We read Hone Tuwhare's poem, Rain and focussed on how we use our five senses to interpret things.
We closed our eyes and tried to image how things feel, smell, sound when it's raining. Then, by using Windows Movie Maker, we searched for images that reflected our own answers and made them into little movies to help us interpret the poem.
Rain
I can hear you
Making small holes
In the silence
Rain
If I were deaf
the pores of my skin
would open to you
and shut
And I
should know you
by the lick of you
if I were blind
the something
special smell of you
when the sun cakes
the ground
the steady
drum-roll sound
you make
when the wind drops
But if I
should not hear
smell or feel or see
you
you would still
define me
disperse me
wash over me
rain
Hone Tuwhare
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
Thursday, August 21, 2008
Beware the Missing Lion...
As a class we have been studying poetry, Parts of Speech and Figures of Speech.
As part of the study we looked at a poem called, "Beware of the Missing Lion Poem" by Terine Ahmet.
We used a Creative Close to remove all the Lion words and then the class chose their own animal to write their own poems.
We practised reading poetry out loud, and then the class recorded their poems.
Here is the poem...
Beware of the missing lion poem
Write a poem
About a lion the teacher said.
So from memories of lions in my head.
I wrote about:
Tawny eyes and slashing claws
Lashing tail and sabre jaws.
I didn’t like what I had written
And so began to cross it out.
But suddenly with a roar of rage
It sprang from the cage of lines
On the page
And rushed away into the blue,
Just like a wounded cat
Half crossed through!
That one got away
And I haven’t seen it to this day
But I carefully look,
In case it is crouching, growling
Licking its wounds and waiting
Under the tall, green grass
Inside some other book.
Terine Ahmet
As part of the study we looked at a poem called, "Beware of the Missing Lion Poem" by Terine Ahmet.
We used a Creative Close to remove all the Lion words and then the class chose their own animal to write their own poems.
We practised reading poetry out loud, and then the class recorded their poems.
Here is the poem...
Beware of the missing lion poem
Write a poem
About a lion the teacher said.
So from memories of lions in my head.
I wrote about:
Tawny eyes and slashing claws
Lashing tail and sabre jaws.
I didn’t like what I had written
And so began to cross it out.
But suddenly with a roar of rage
It sprang from the cage of lines
On the page
And rushed away into the blue,
Just like a wounded cat
Half crossed through!
That one got away
And I haven’t seen it to this day
But I carefully look,
In case it is crouching, growling
Licking its wounds and waiting
Under the tall, green grass
Inside some other book.
Terine Ahmet
Monday, April 14, 2008
Tamaki College : Who am I ?
These are the first posts of 9TVU. We are in our English class at Tamaki College and we are writing descriptions of ourselves. We had to say what we were like and we had to use similes.
This is Poi talking about himself...
This is Andre...
This one is Junior....
Here is Lagatoa talking about himself...
This is Poi talking about himself...
This is Andre...
This one is Junior....
Here is Lagatoa talking about himself...
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