Haiku is a type of short form poetry originally from Japan. Traditional Japanese haiku consist of three phrases containing a total of 17 syllables in a 5, 7, 5 pattern and a kigo 季語 (seasonal) reference. Our Zoom kids were inspired to write their own haiku this week, with a bit of help from Ricky Baker (Hunt for the Wilderpeople).
Swooping season here.
Magpies come down to attack.
They are protecting.
Archer
The afternoon breeze:
soft cold air kisses my face,
dead leaves follow me.
Alyssa
The tree is light brown.
The leaves are gone, bare it is.
It cries for cover.
Keisha
The sad moon shines so.
A snake hisses hungrily.
There is now bird food.
Milly
The sun rises.
The morning birds always chirp.
The morning has life.
Aaliyah
The tree is barren,
the tree is about to die.
The tree is cut down.
Phoenix
Blanketed in white.
Gentle, beautiful, silent.
Snowflakes fall slowly.
Alyssa
No one likes plovers,
mostly because they swoop you.
Don’t touch their babies.
Erika
An angry beast growls.
He hurtles towards his prey,
but the bird flies free.
Keira
You play instruments:
guitars, pianos and flutes.
My favourite is flutes.
James
The dolphin jumps in,
in the dangerous ocean.
It is very brave.
Phoenix
Flowers are pretty.
Erika loves to pick them, though
she really hates bees.
Erika
Wet rain covers land.
A bird ruffles his feathers.
Rain does not stop fast.
Milly
Sitting in flowers
during spring, blooming galore.
Spring day just rising.
Keira
There once was a tree.
It grew near a pond with fish.
That tree grew so well.
Max
I was told to leave.
I knew I had to say bye.
The rest left to die.
Evie
Standing in mist.
The light flickers.
She is here.
Aaliya
I have a story
about a beautiful town
found below the stars.
Keira
The first day of Spring.
Blossoming, blooming flowers.
Evening sunset.
Archer
Small white butterfly
fluttering in the garden,
flies away with grace.
Alyssa
Undead never die.
They go on for all of life,
never say goodbye.
Max
Dogs are the best pets,
but cats are very good, too.
Birds are okay, yay!
James
White soft grains of sand.
Waves are crashing on the shore.
Waft of salty air.
Alyssa
Very empty streets.
Lots of zombies here. I’m safe
but I’m very sad.
Phoenix
Just clouds all day.
No shining sun, just grey.
A hippo is stray.
Milly
Winter is over.
No more of the cold.
Spring sunshine is here.
Archer
The bird cried, “Goodnight,
I don’t want to go to bed.”
Never mind, good night.
Evie
Love is beautiful,
though it may only come once,
so you keep it safe.
Alyssa