This week's writing task was a free-verse poem about "my grandad's hands". We practised using semi-colons, a range of sentence lengths and using better vocabulary. Our poems are based on an original poem written by Gary O'Connell. I chose to write about my grandad because he was someone very special to me.
My Grandad's Hands by Mr N
My grandad's hands
are wrinkly boulders;
his back, a sturdy wall;
his legs, speedy twigs.
His laugh is Mufasa's roar;
his breath, dust in the breeze.
Driving
his last 757 route on a bright yellow bus,
my grandad
is on his way back to the terminal.
What a nice grandad he is M.r Nevalagi
ReplyDeleteHi Zara
ReplyDeleteThanks for your message, I can clear up the last three lines.
My grandfather was bus driver for a long time and the 757 was a bus route he used to drive. The terminal is where the route stopped in Auckland city. If you've visited us recently, you'll know the place now as Britomart.
Regards
Mr N
Tena koutou Trinity, Ryleigh, Ritchie and Jennifer
ReplyDeleteThank you for visiting our blog so much and leaving positive comments.
I especially like the nice things you have to say about my grandad, he was a really cool guy who passed in 2016.
* Mufasa's roar - Mufasa is one of the famous lions of the film Lion King, which is one of my fav films ever. You need to watch it to hear his laugh.
* This poem took about 20 minutes to write but then I kept editing it over the next couple days just to get it right.
* I LOVE writing poems! The more I teach it, the more I like writing poems.
* "Less is more" in this case I've tried to give just enough detail and really rely on key words and messages to say how much grandad meant to me. The rest is up to the reader to infer (I'm sure we've all heard that word in class!).
Hope you guys are having an awesome week!
Mr N