Class 7 were very happy to work with the musician and poet, Antosh Wojcik, to create poetry through music. Using the many percussion instruments in the Music Studio, and guided by Antosh, they listened carefully to interpret the sounds they made and heard. Working together in groups, Class 7 wrote some amazing poems of their own. Each group performed their new poems to the rest of the class, reciting the words, and accompanying them with music.
They said that they had felt good working in teams to make poems, and that they hadn't realised how sound can 'create a lot of imagination'. Everyone enjoyed the afternoon, and really hoped that Antosh would visit them again!
Antosh said, 'It was so much fun and I was really impressed with the maturity and creativity of the Blue Gate students.'
You can read Class 7's beautiful poems below!
They said that they had felt good working in teams to make poems, and that they hadn't realised how sound can 'create a lot of imagination'. Everyone enjoyed the afternoon, and really hoped that Antosh would visit them again!
Antosh said, 'It was so much fun and I was really impressed with the maturity and creativity of the Blue Gate students.'
You can read Class 7's beautiful poems below!
Shuffling Thunder
I hear shuffling thunder,
The sun is never near.
I hear shuffling thunder,
I never want to be here.
When is the next chapter going to begin?
I hear shuffling thunder,
BAM! CRASH! BOOM!
This is definitely the day of doom.
Calm Wind
Wind, cold or hot, lonely or not.
You will, or will not, find peace.
Windy or sunny, you could feel funny.
Let it, or let it not, maybe you will not.
The poem is nice, it’s ice, it’s as cool as a pool.
When it’s windy, Zenron will come.
Waterfall
Roaring wave splashing and hissing,
A waterfall full of music.
A tiger pouncing,
A cold shower full of heavy rain.
Hailstones of expression,
Heavy thunder with lightning all.
Beads and Waterfall
The beads are falling
And sizzle and POP!
The waves are calling
Like a water drop.
The waterfall goes by like the wind.
If you listen closely, you can hear them sing –
Demons are scared of water
SWISH! SWOSH! They go by,
Screeching and scratching,
On the waterbed there they lie.
Forest
The leaves are falling,
The owls are hooting,
The animals are surrounding me.
The wind is blowing,
Autumn’s coming,
The sun is hiding.
The wolves are howling.
The forest never ends.
Autumn going “Bye bye!”
I hear shuffling thunder,
The sun is never near.
I hear shuffling thunder,
I never want to be here.
When is the next chapter going to begin?
I hear shuffling thunder,
BAM! CRASH! BOOM!
This is definitely the day of doom.
Calm Wind
Wind, cold or hot, lonely or not.
You will, or will not, find peace.
Windy or sunny, you could feel funny.
Let it, or let it not, maybe you will not.
The poem is nice, it’s ice, it’s as cool as a pool.
When it’s windy, Zenron will come.
Waterfall
Roaring wave splashing and hissing,
A waterfall full of music.
A tiger pouncing,
A cold shower full of heavy rain.
Hailstones of expression,
Heavy thunder with lightning all.
Beads and Waterfall
The beads are falling
And sizzle and POP!
The waves are calling
Like a water drop.
The waterfall goes by like the wind.
If you listen closely, you can hear them sing –
Demons are scared of water
SWISH! SWOSH! They go by,
Screeching and scratching,
On the waterbed there they lie.
Forest
The leaves are falling,
The owls are hooting,
The animals are surrounding me.
The wind is blowing,
Autumn’s coming,
The sun is hiding.
The wolves are howling.
The forest never ends.
Autumn going “Bye bye!”