Year 7 Poetry
Over the last two weeks our Year 7’s have been learning about poetry. They have learned about the various different types of poems, they have explored the poetry techniques that are used when writing a poem, and they have had the opportunity to write their own poems. The following poems are just a few of the wonderful poetry pieces that were presented. I hope you enjoy the journey’s you go on with these beautiful poems.
Lost Deep in the Amazon by Yann Whalley
I was on my way to explore the Amazon rainforest.
A quiet, untouched place where no one else roams,
The nearest town, a distance of 40 kilometres away.
I arrived by plane, the landing smooth and swift
But the weight of jet lag still lingered in my bones.
Tired from the journey, I caught a taxi to my the motel
Where I will be staying till the next morning.
I woke up ready to embrace whatever the day might hold.
My guide, José, and I set off that morning, excitement in the air,
Into the Amazon Jungle we went with great care.
José, led the way, his steps on point,
Navigating paths through the dense trees .
The day went on, the jungle closed tight,
Shadows swallowed the sun, turning day into night.
We searched for food, but the jungle was bare
Only a hint of scare in the air.
Intense darkness fell, mist rising high,
Our path disappeared, we can’t get by.
“We need to rest,” José whispered low,
“Too dangerous now to go’’
We set up camp, fear creeping in,
The jungle is alive with sounds that terrify.
A sudden noise made me spin,
The guide clutched his leg and let out a cry.
A snake had struck, its venom now spread,
My guide was pale, barely lifting his head.
Desperate, I knew we had to move fast,
To find a way out, his life was fading fast.
With the morning’s first light, we stumbled ahead,
Following a river, my hope felt dead.
At last, we found a village.
The people rushed forward, calm restored in the air.
They treated the my friend, saving his life,
Though lost in the wild, yet a way we made.
Our journey would be a memory that would fade.
Competition at night, Choir in the morning. By Shanna-Rose Jenkinson.
The sun was unexpectedly stumbling,
His last bit of light seemed to be crumbling.
As he slowly set, the forests insects arose,
Although, threats against them were blatantly exposed.
Around about the same time,
Their air-born neighbours diligently instituted their nightly labours.
At times, this could get quite violent,
As possible prey were forced to hide, and remain deathly silent.
Whichever bird gathered the most,
Would be antagonised, with no time to boast.
The birds will not sweetly harmonise, like you hear in movies, instead
Harshly fight for necessary supplies.
They’re not the mightiest creatures,
But when it’s a fight for survival, they’ll gain the strongest features.
When the night fades away,
They all put on their peaceful facade,
And join together, like a tight knit squad.
The tension between the species,
Turns into redemption.
And they all combine,
To give the forest a peaceful impression.
They do this to seem tamer.*
And hide the intense rivalries of the birds of nature.
Mrs Carin Howcroft, Year 7 Teacher
