Low Tides
I walk beside you
Across mudflats in
My blue gumboots,
Over cracking oyster
Shells, green ribbed-pipi, The traces of waving birds.
When the tide is out, what lies exposed:
River threads of mud, old brown stones,
Tiny mussels to grow;
My sole prints left
On the ocean’s
On the ocean’s
Bones.
By: Sarah Penuwarden
By: Sarah Penuwarden
Kia Ora Akesa, my name is Keila and I am a year 8 student here at Tautoro school. I really enjoyed reading this poem about low tides!. I thought that the rhyming sounded awesome!. I appresiate reading your work Akesa. Keep it up!. From Keila.
ReplyDeleteHi I'm Hannah and I go to Saint Patrick's school in Greymouth, I really like the descriptive words you put into your work and the topic you chose. Maybe next time you could put what inspired you to write that poem because it would be very interesting to hear. from Hannah
ReplyDeleteHi Akesa,
ReplyDeleteI am a year 6 student currently attending St Pius X. Maybe you would like to check out my Blogspot: http://spxaaliyaht.blogspot.co.nz/
Anyways, I really enjoyed reading your poem about Low Tides. I really liked how you added a picture to set the scene.
Keep up the Great Work!