Monday, September 28, 2009

New School

Hey Room Seven!
How are things at Mapua School, I am enjoying my new school (Waimea Intermediate School: WIS). I am in room number 23, Imagine that, 24 classrooms in the whole school! I hear you have a new student! Missing you heaps,
Eden.

Tuesday, June 9, 2009

New Poetry

Moonlight

Moonlight shining in the stars,
Oh so far away,
Tucked so tightly behind sky bars,
Doomed there to stay.

Frozen fingers reaching high,
Wrenching at those bars,
Reaching with an absent mind in the sky,
But it's up too far,

Tiny sun rays rise from behind a hill,
Stretching and yawning,
Taking over night that was so still,
In the mornings dawning,

The Moonlight fades away inside it's cave,
Fading to a tiny light,
It would never forgive or had never forgave,
Waiting there till night.

By Eden Penfold

Monday, June 8, 2009

Book Reveiws

Hi to all those people who have enjoyed reading my poetry, I really appreciate all your encouraging and helpful comments. Now I am going to report on a few books I have been reading lately.

Midnight,
By Jacqueline Wilson

'Midnight' Is an enjoyable story about a young girl growing up. It goes through common problems for girls around 10 to 14 that happen regularly in life. Violet, the character in the story has problems with her friends and family, read this story to find out if she can solve her problems.


Cookie
By Jacqueline Wilson
This is about a child called Beauty that gets teased at school and has problems with her father.
She has only one special friend at her school, but she's best friends with the person that teases her. Read it to find out more about this book.
I hope you enjoy this book as much as I have been.


These are two books that I would recommend, try them, you never know, you might like them,

Thursday, May 28, 2009

More poetry

A rising rainbow in the sky,
A golden bird on his wings he flies,
A pot of gold clutched in his claws,
The sky turns to thunder that grumbles and roars,
The bird drops the pot into his nest,
And lies down to take a rest,
The thunder knocks the pot to the ground,
The rainbow's gold is safe and sound,
It's hidden in between the grass,
Out of harm's grasp.

By Eden Penfold






Wednesday, May 27, 2009

A plan for writing poetry

This is for people who might enjoy writing poetry as much as I do, give it a try, here's a plan to help you.

When you start you poem think of what you want to base it on, i.e. Colours, weather or maybe even seasons. For this one I have chosen Colours.

The next step is to make a list of words to do with your subject. Here are some I thought of for colours.

Red, yellow, orange, green, rainbows, feeling red- angry, feeling blue- fear, feeling green- envious.

The next step is to try and match a rhyme to each one:

Red-head.
Yellow-mellow.
orange-???
green-mean
Rainbow-???
After this I began to think of feelings or emotions that could go with these.

Red-head. When I think of red I think dark and angry, sometimes frustrated or wondering why this is happening- which means you need exclamation.
Yellow-mellow- Yellow always seems a happy bright colour, also the bright dazzling colour leaves you confused.
orange-???- you cancel out this one as you couldn't find the match.
green-mean When I think of green it makes me think of envy But when I think of envy I also think there is a reason for envy such as being left out or holding things in, kind of like diluting your feelings.
Rainbow-??? No pair so you cancel this out.

Now you have got some ideas, rhymes and a subject, so you can now begin to write.

I began by using a set of my rhymes in my first paragraphs.

Yellow is a feeling of mellow, confused or amused.
Red makes you mad in the head, frustration or in need of exclamation.
Green makes you envious or mean, excluded or feelings diluted.

These are the feelings of the rainbow.


So there's the first verse of the poem, now all you have to do is write the second verse.
You could use the same technique from above, or you could try this one.

We have chosen our subject and we have found words and matches and so on until we wrote our first verse, so now we will try writing about how these things came

So with the line: Yellow is the feeling of mellow, confused or amused.
We could think of a magical place hat this feeling could come from, such as an dragon. Make sure if the poem is happy, you choose happy characters, and if it is bad then choose bad characters.

A dragon sprinkles ashes high from the sky, drop that yellow feeling on the wings of an eagle as it flies.

Red makes you mad in the head, frustration or in need of exclamation.
For this line we could use a devil as the character.
The devil splashes fire from his staff, Throw it back and turn it into a laugh.

Now with green we could use a wizard for the character.

The wizard chants a myth at you, turn that envy green to a bright happy blue.

So there is another lot of sentences, lets put it into a paragraph.

A dragon sprinkles ashes form the sky, drop that yellow feeling on the wings of an eagle as it flies.
The devil splashes fire from its staff, throw it back and turn it into a laugh.
The wizard chants a myth at you, turn that envy blue to a bright happy blue.
This is a way to stop them.

Now to make it all into a poem, and give it a title.

Rainbow feelings

Yellow is a feeling of mellow, confused or amused.
Red makes you mad in the head, frustration or in need of exclamation.
Green makes you envious or mean, excluded or feelings diluted.

These are the feelings of the rainbow.


A dragon sprinkles ashes form the sky, drop that yellow feeling on the wings of an eagle as it flies.
The devil splashes fire from its staff, throw it back and turn it into a laugh.
The wizard chants a myth at you, turn that envy blue to a bright happy blue.

This is a way to stop them.

I hope this helps you write a poem, try it.

Eden

Monday, May 18, 2009

My thoughts on Poetry

When children in my class first heard that we were doing poetry as a subject that term there were heaps of groans and moans, and "I can't write!"and "I hate reading in front of the whole class!" They made it sound like a horror. But secretly I was thinking about how this may be a little fun. Then when we first were told we had to learn a poem I thought, OK, I might try to write my own original work. So I did and to my suprise, it wasn't as hard as it seemed.

When I came to school I thought that everyone would have written their own work seeing as it was easy to ryhme and think. But actually, no one had written anything of their own. When I stood up on the platform I was really scared, since no-one else had written anything as it was too hard. I thught it meant that mine would be really bad. But when I had finished reading out my poem I actually got a lot of good comments and a little bit of applause, but it was only when Mrs Hosie told me there was a poetry competition coming up and that I should enter that I realised I had a talent for writing poems.

As we went further into doing poetry I started to enjoy it even more. I learnt how to draw my readers' attention in and set a pattern through the whole poem. When I was finished my poetry file I was happy. It was only today that Mrs Hosie told me I had my own blog to write about my poetry. So to sum up - poetry is simple, it's a lot of fun for everyone.

My poetry

Friendship

A ring is round and never ends,
A ring does not twist nor bend,
With rings you have to find the right fit,
You must hold it tight and treasure it,
The right ring doesn't slip on your hand,
It doesn't stretch like a rubber band,
A ring is round and never ends,
And that's how long I'll be your friend.

Happy and kind make good friends,
A good friendship does not twist nor bend,
With friends you have to find the right fit,
Hold friendship tight and treasure it,
Friendship doesn't slide around,
If friendships are good, they'll stay n ground,
A ring is round and never ends,
And that's how long I'll be your friend.



Walking along memory stream

Catch a memory black and unseen,
Brush the ashes off its coat,
And see what has been,
Then pull it into your memory boat,
Then hop inside and go for a float,

Find a baby lost memory hidden in the weed,
Carry it softly and treasure it's seed,
Watch it grow stronger,
The memory longer,
As you row across memory stream.