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Oral Language - Round 2

You may find the following website useful when researching Christchurch suburbs for your oral language (Thanks Nikki T.):
https://my.christchurchcitylibraries.com/index/

Students, please check your school email for the Oral Language questions.

Port Hills fire poems

Fire Storm - by Caleb

The red blaze was expanding

Bigger, and bigger

Like a balloon

We thought we had contained the enormous beast.

But then, it ignited

As if the balloon had just popped

Eyes of terror surrounded me

As we all gazed at the fire spreading around the Port Hills

Like a warm blanket wrapping its arms tight, around the houses, in its tracks

Choppers in aircraft, soaring over the land dropping bombs on the fire

Days passed and the horrible, treacherous fire was still roasting

Nothing could stop the brute

But the rain

Drops hosing down sizzling on the red hot scorching fire

Putting it out...

Feel that burn - by Yusi

The fire lacerated everything in its pathway

Following the direction of the wind

The wind is its pathway

The black blanket steamed from the ground

Blinding everyone’s view

Wrapping his warmth around Christchurch

The determined firefighters had their dreams

To save Christchurch.

THE FIRE - by Keegan

Tangoing across the dry hills,
consuming everything in its path,
growing bigger and bigger like a tsunami as it goes to the shore,
mountains cry as they get burnt to a crisp,
charred hills as black as night.

Finally, a splatter of rain like spits on a barbecue,
Port Hills engulfed in black and grey smoke,
the flames put fear in residents of burnt homes.

Word has reached across the lands that the fire has dulled down.

THE FIRE - by Max

The fire rapidly destroying... rapidly roaring!

burning the trees and the bees.

High in the air, get out of here.
Dancing around, making more sound.
Smells like smoke, you might choke.
Fight the fire, because it’s getting higher!

Risking Lives - group poem

Ravenous flames swallowed the land

Beckoning for more...

Pine needles and gorse

Thirsting for more...

Eyes burning

Like a ring of fire...

Defending our beloved homes to the hilt

Unscathed by the fire...

In my eyes - by Naomi

I run, I flee, the fire is chasing me,

I scream, I roar, I can’t take no more,

I hide, I cry, up the branches then I sigh,

I need help, I need it fast, fires climbing up my branch,

I am scared, I see, my family is leaving me,

The hills are destroyed and my home is no more.

Forgotten Rage - by Lucia

Forgotten rage

Lingers

Over the now foreign land

Engulfing signs of survival

Reaching through hope

Lost

Gone

Forgotten rage

Forgotten rage

Still lingers

Over the once known land

Poems about the Port Hills fires

Flickering Flames - by Jenna

Endless bush

Smothered in flames

Thousands evacuated

This isn't a game.

Unstoppable rain

Licking the hills

Stressed out homeowners

Taking pills.

High in the sky

The smoke lingers

Just waiting there

To burn off my fingers.

Quickly as I can

I flee the house

Empty

Apart from the tracings of a mouse.

Dancing on rooftops

Is this beast

Eating our city

For its feast.

Fire Poem - by Mya

It smoulders the lonely hills

The flaring blaze

Kindling the trees

It ignites.

The city holds its breath

Waiting

For the lingering flames

To engulf the land.

The firefighters calm the charred hills

Containing the soaring fire

Extinguishing the alight flames.


Fire - by Fritha

Light ascends

Rapidly spreading

Rushing up the hill

Until it sees a solitary tree

Standing in the open

The only one left in its area

The light waits

As the trees limbs wave

In the breeze

Then… In a second

The tree is consealed in a layer

Of light

As the bright blue sky turns grey

An aroma leaks of the tree

Choking the living

Then the tree disintegrates

Gone forever

Ruins of a Flame - by Orla

The smouldering ruins,

Of a burnt out house,

Charred by a roaring blaze,

The incessant flames, smothering all,

Igniting everything in it’s path.

Starting as a single flicker,

A danger to nothing and no one,

Soon developing into a flaring fire,

Impossible to comprehend.

Clouds of billowing smoke,

Blotting out all around,

Hiding the hills,

Charring the trees,

Continuing to liner on.

After the fire’s put out,

And the waves of firefighters gone home,

The flames sleep dormant,

Wasting away,

‘Till one day the blaze will return.

Smoke in the air - by Bella B.

A blanket of thick dark smoke levitates in the air

Land thirsty flames swallow up the charred hills

The rain, useless as can be, like spitting on a barbeque

Once green hills are smothered with dancing flames

Beads of sweat form on the exhausted firefighters skin

Days, weeks, months

How long will this beast survive?

Watch this space for more published poems!