It is Summer... (Poetry)

We have been writing amazing poetry in Room 15... here are some of our pieces:

 

It is Summer.

I can see people splashing around in the sea, people eating ice cream and sun bathing.

I can hear people splashing the salt water, people slurping on sunblock and waves crashing on the beach.

I can smell BBQs burning, sausages, meat patties and kebabs .

I can taste ice cream, sand in my sandwiches and salt water in my mouth.

I can feel ice cream dripping down my chin, waves crashing on my legs and crabs nipping my toes.

It is Summer.

By Jacob Candy

It is Summer.

I can see people slurping ice cream, getting sun burnt and sand stuck to their skin.

I can hear kids laughing and giggling, BBQs sizzling and people flopping their jandles. Flip flop.

I can smell clipped lawns, fish and chips, gum trees and meat patties.

I can taste salt water slamming in my mouth, sand in my burger and bacon crunching in my mouth.

I can feel sticky salty sand, tar burning my feet, sunburn stinging, heat from the sun and baby waves crashing on my legs.

It is Summer.

By Kelliemarie

 

 

 

It is Summer.

I can see people getting ice creams, people fishing in the lake and the sun blazing.

I can hear the splashing of waves, sausages sizzling on the BBQ and people slopping on sunblock.

I can smell sweet, sweet flowers, fish ‘n’ chips and burgers being cooked and pop-corn at the fair.

I can taste sea water in my mouth, sausages and sand in my sandwiches.

I can feel bees stinging my fingers, hot tar on my feet and mosquito bites itching.

It is Summer.

By Max.

 

It is Summer.

I see boats zooming and people biscuiting as fast as lightning bolts.

I smell sausages, meat patties and fish ‘n’ chips.

I can hear plunging waves and sunblock stinging people’s eyes.

I can taste chicken crunching in my mouth.

It is Summer.

By Ben.

 

It is Summer.

I see people slapping on sun block, heatwaves burning my skin and life guards guarding the beach.

I can hear people yelling at each other, speed boats roaring and people laughing with each other.

I can smell sausages on the BBQ, hot tar on the road and silage in the paddocks.

I taste flavoured milk, pavlova and yoghurt.

I feel jandals on my feet, dust in my eyes and sun burn stinging.

It is Summer.

By Tariq.

 

 It is Summer.

I can see people going to the beach, bees pollinating plants and the bright glowing sun.

I can hear jandals flopping, feet brushing through the sand and bees buzzing.

I can smell fish guts, lawn clippings and the perfume of flowers.

I can taste sunscreen in my mouth, salty sea water and the coldness of ice cream.

I can feel sharp thistles in my feet, sand around me as I am being buried and bees stinging me.

It is Summer.

By Meile-Rose.

It is Summer.

I can see people going to the beach and bonfires everywhere. I can see tents and packed cars.

I can hear kids laughing, birds singing, sausages sizzling and bees buzzing.

I can smell flowers blooming, fish and chips frying and candy floss and pop-corn at the fair.

I can taste ice cream, fish and chips and tomato sauce and salt water.

I can feel prickles, icky salt water and ice cream melting down my arm.

It is Summer.

By Laura.

 

 

It is Summer.

I can see people slopping on sunblock, fishing and a hot BBQ.

I can hear bees buzzing, waves crashing and jandals flopping.

I can smell lawn clippings, meat, sausages and kebabs on the BBQ.

I can taste salt water in my mouth, sunscreen on my tongue and fish and chips.

I can feel prickles on my feet, jelly fish on my toes and sticky salt water.

It is Summer.

By Deemanthi.

 

 

It is Summer.

I can see ice cream dripping, fishing and jandals.

I can hear waves crashing onto the shore and speed boats racing.

I can smell fish and chips and fresh grass.

I can taste salt water, sandy sandwiches, ice cream and fizzy drink.

I can feel hot tar on my feet and sand squishing through my toes.

It is Summer.

By Broden.

 

 It is Summer.

I can see people getting thrown off donuts and skiing in the water, people getting ice creams that stick to their hands and lawn mowers cutting grass.

I can hear birds hooting away in trees, bees buzzing around the hives and waves crashing upon the beach.

I can smell grass clippings, fish getting sizzled on the BBQ and pine needles.

I can taste salt water splashing against the boat, sand in my sandwiches and ice cream melting in my mouth.

I can feel sticky salt water sticking to me, sun burn on my back and sand on my feet.

It is Summer.

By Oliver.

 

It is Summer.

I can see bees in trees buzzing and pollinating, I can see togs and ice cream dripping everywhere. I can see you and me making sand castles.

I can hear phones ringing, dogs barking and people slurping up cold drinks.

I can smell the swishing air in my hair, eggs and spaghetti burning hot and chocolate dripping down my chin.

I can taste ice cream, bacon and egg pie and sausages sizzling in oil.

I can feel rough prickles, sticky wet sand and the burning hot road on my feet.

It is Summer.

By Teiria.