Figurative Language in Pop Culture

Waterfall Abseiling Video from camp

Look what I found from camp!

Fabo link to enter your writing

https://fabostory.wordpress.com/

Wacky Hair Day - Wednesday 22nd March 2017

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