st. andrew’s grammar school
A K-12 Co-educational Independent School
Your child is our focus
The Primary School Poetry Collection
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experiences. This selection of poems from St. Andrew’s Grammar Primary
School are some of the wonderful stories our students have to tell.
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Year 4
Poetry from the class of Miss Tzavellas
Green
Red
by Andriko Xanthis
by Georgia Nicolau
Green
Red
grass bright
heat scar war
lime leaves life
burn kiss anger destroy
Bright trees with life.
My heart bleeds for love.
Blue
Green
by Karan Lekha
by Marilena Sarantellou
Blue
Green
freezing water
fresh nature
joyful fearless happy
magical flashing lovely wild
Glowing frozen sapphire of
The colourful tree likes to sing
happiness.
with me.
Year 5
Poetry from the class of Miss Amadzadeh
Going To Space
By Zamariam and Nicholas
Beautiful Horse
By Chranise
Flying in a rocket.
Flying past the fluffy clouds.
Reaching the atmosphere,
soon you will see the black starry sky.
Hearing the engines,
sounds like a lions roar.
Waiting to land on the moon,
dreaming it’s made of cheese.
Waiting anxiously to get back.
Once you get out,
You’ll have the jet lag.
White teeth shining,
while fast legs running in the wild.
Soft fur covering his thin skin.
Strong hooves trotting,
And beautiful tail blowing in the wonderful wind.
The Small Finned Fish
By Michael
Playing Netball
By Arthi, Eleni and Molly
Shoot the target, earn a point.
Aim ‘n’ run, pass it on.
Challenge your skills,
fight ‘n’ win.
Win the battle ‘n’ the game.
Attack ‘n’ defend, Win and fight
And get it right.
Fish swim
around the coral
eating anything that slivers.
Furious fins swishing through water
under the highway and through the meadow,
battling the waves that push them back.
Always using its large brain,
never giving up
to get to its home.
Always eating, sleeping after a long day.
Year 5
Poetry from the class of Miss Amadzadeh
Beautiful Winter
By Hank
When it’s winter the bear hibernates
in the cave.
Snow falls from the sky,
the trees wear a white shirt.
On the street
some kids playing snowball fights,
some kids heap the snowman.
And this is my favourite season.
Summer
By Susan
Hot and sunny, never cloudy,
the flowers grow and the sun comes up.
Never raining, always warm.
Always hot, day and night,
Always busy at the beach.
Resting down cools me down.
Summer is the best season of the year.
Autumn
By Andrew
Things start to fall, things disappear,
birds and even insects too.
Leaves fall, the cold comes,
hibernation for some animals.
Plants stop growing,
clouds are roaring,
While the sun disappears out of sight.
The Fly Away Homework
By Arthi
I was in my bedroom sitting down,
with the window wide open,
and I had picked up a pencil when
a gust of wind blew in
and my homework blew away.
I chased my horrible homework all the way!
There was a monster waiting for me
because I have no luck you see.
I crept past him
and there was a giant flee.
It stung me over here and
It stung me over there.
Oh, why?! Oh, Why?!
Finding three pages,
four more to go,
I ran to the park and there
Was a teensy weensy monkey.
It pulled my hair,
it pulled my sleeve
what a messy monkey!
I found one more page, ok,
three more to go!
Then I saw a ghost,
he had three pages of my homework.
I said ABC and he gave it to me.
And that’s why I didn’t do my homework!
Poetry from the class of Mrs Wall
Year 5
My Magic Box
Latifah
I will put in my magic box
The beauty of Paris on a warm summers evening, smiling a welcome to me.
The smell of a freshly made chocolate filled croissant,
And the taste of a sweet n sour Sherbet, tingling and gliding on my tongue.
I will put in my magic box
My baby brothers smile, and laugh of happiness,
My mums strong determination to do things right,
And my brothers naturally happy spirit.
I will put in my magic box
The first steps I ever took at the zoo,
The joyful day I came to Australia on a plane,
And a vast ocean of white, sweet, creamy chocolate and wobbling jelly.
I will put in my magic box
the scales of a beautiful spitting cobra
The stillness of the lake in the middle of the night sleeping soundly.
And the taste of a hot chocolate steaming and crying.
I will put in magic box
The cuteness of a Chihuahua that has just been born
The smell of freshly baked cake with vanilla pudding,
and the taste of a sweet lemon herbal tea.
My magic box will be fashioned from ice, gold, steel and emeralds.
The lid will have happiness, joy and laughter while the corners have secrets, desires emotion.
The padlock made from brass and jewels.
The hinges from scarab beetles in amber
The Wind Around My House
Tom
The wind sings around my house
Like a small humming bird chirping
And flying across the cool blue sky to find a new, better shelter.
The wind flies around my house
Like a bunch of crows crowded together
Flying away from a hunter.
The wind speeds around my house
Like a black, hungry hawk flying rapidly
To find it’s delicious dinner.
The wind speeds around my house
Like an angry and aggressive eagle
Battling over territory with another mighty eagle
Year 5
Poetry from the class of Mrs Wall
My Magic Box
Tam
I will put in my box.
A small sliver jar of golden pure honey from a crystal bee hive.
A small golden statue of Buddha and a diamond statue of God from a temple made of light.
A sliver crystal bell dancing in an ancient Japanese tower.
I will put in my box
A diamond crystal snowflake floating in China’s snowy skies.
A small piece of blue moon that only appears once a year.
Tear drops from a blue sapphire dragon.
I will put in my box.
The happiness from my family from Chinese New Year.
The laughter from my school friends.
Smiles from all my cousins.
I will put in my box.
The sweet aroma of grape bubble tea from Hi Tea.
A clear sky with a sun creating snow and a cloudy snowy sky with snow clouds creating sunlight.
My box is fashioned from the deepest purple amethyst from sacred, purple dragon
The lightest aquamarine gemstone from the blue sparkling ocean.
And the bluest sapphire from the lightest cloud from the Heavens with stars made out of the most yellowest
topaz with hidden dreams in the corners. It also has the sweet scent of pink cotton candy.
I would ride on a Chinese red dragon while having a tour around Asia with my magic box an I would visit
some of the best restaurants around Asia.
I would hide my magic box inside the volcano called the Yellowstone Caldera, until it erupts, and someone
lucky would find it falling out of the volcano.
The Wind Around My House
Ryan
The wind strolls around my house like a dog been taken on a walk.
The wind vibrates around my house like a bear storming around a frozen tundra looking for food.
The wind around my house like a group of owls in the dark night sky.
The wind roars around my house like a war zone with gun shots and soldiers fighting for their country.
The wind booms around my house like a jet engine ready to take-off and see the rest of the world.
The Volcano
Ayush
Explosions bang, fire cracks and rocks explode.
As I was watching it, it gave my head a complete overload.
When smoke from the volcano comes out
it looks like a boiling kettle with a bursting spout.
The lave and rocks make a huge crash.
As I hear the sound I make a huge dash
The volcano is erupting, the ground starts to shake.
Because I’ve been running so hard my legs begin to shake.
Everything is falling to the ground and all we can hear is a large deafening sound.
Poetry from the class of Mr Fortune
Year 6
Poetry from the class of Mr Fortune
Year 6
Poetry from the class of Mr Fortune
Year 6
Poetry from the class of Mr Fortune
Year 6
Poetry from the class of Mr Fortune
Year 6
Poetry from the class of Mr Fortune
Year 6
Thank you for reading
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