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Peace Poppies

Felt poppies in jarsAs part of our Poetry Unit and theme of Globalisation we looked at a picture book called “And the Band Played Waltzing Matilda”.  The book brings to life in images the song of the same name written by Eric Bogle in the 1970s.  We listened to the song whilst watching a video of the book.  I also had a copy of the book for the girls to read in their own time in class.

I introduced the idea of “Micro Poetry” to you.  The idea is to create powerful visual images through words in short poems such as Haiku or Twitter Poems. These were the starting point of our exploration of similes, metaphor, personification, alliteration and onomatopoeia. I loved the way that you took to micro poetry easily – you found them non-threatening, you weren’t faced with having to write a long poem, make lines rhyme and you didn’t need to write sentences.  We looked at what nouns, adjectives and verbs were and you brainstormed words that you could use that summoned up the images you saw in the book. Then you set to creating your poems.  I was amazed at the ideas you came up with and the way that you naturally used poetic techniques without really thinking about them.  We then used yoir own poems to identify examples of the poetic techniques you had used which was far more effective than trying to identify them in poems that you had never seen before.  You realised that you could write poetry which was empowering.

I also wanted to connect the ideas from the book and song with something that you had experience of. I originally had the idea of knitting poppies and sending them away as part of the “5000 Poppies” project for the 100th anniversary of Gallipoli.  However, time was running out and I felt a bit daunted about teaching 28 girls how to knit!  Mrs McGowan suggested I could help her and a local group out as they were making poppies as part of the “Peace Poppies” project.  These were cut out of felt, sewn together and then a button added.  The idea is that they will be “planted” all the way from the Court House in Hamilton along the river to Memorial Gardens for ANZAC Day. You seemed to love having “practical” lessons. I was astounded at how many of you had never sewn before, threaded a needle or sewn on a button.  Even those of you who were reticent at first because you said you didn’t know how to sew were confidently sewing by the end of the three lessons we spent making poppies. I never would have thought I would have girls coming up to me excitedly saying “Mrs Robertson, look, I threaded the needle!” or “Mrs Robertson, I made one – I sewed the button on!”

girls in a classroom sewing poppies  Although this whole unit took much longer than I planned, I think it was extremely worthwhile.  You gained so much from it in terms of confidence, I think that you had plenty of opportunity to produce your own poetry and I am convinced that it also helped you to identify poetic techniques in other poems too.  Having said that, I believe that having the confidence to express yourselves far outweighs being able to identify similes etc in poems. When in your lives (apart from English exams) will you need to do that?  And how often will you need to express themselves? All the time! You also learned about the context for ANZAC Day and understand more deeply the impact of war and the implications for survivors. We had some very interesting discussions after listening to the song, watching the video and reading the book and many of you shared stories of your own relatives and friends.

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Here are some of the poems. (I have edited the spelling and punctuation where it hindered communication!) Not all of them fall into the category of a Twitter poem or a Haiku but they are short and powerful. It was interesting that some of you struggled with the concept of 140 characters and not writing sentences. With more time, I would have liked to explore strategies for identifying words that are essential for conveying images and how you can use poetic licence to leave out unnecessary words.

Well done all of you and I am sorry that I can’t display all the poems – there just isn’t space.

Blood, bodies, bullets in every direction like bees gathering. Bodies scattered the ground like shells on the sand.

Taylor

Poppies on the hills

Sons and fathers lay fallen

We remember them.

Flags, marching, last post

And poppies to remember,

Our fallen soldiers.

Madison

Blazing Red Fire

Bullets flying everywhere
Ash, sweat, tears, blood, pain

Thousands of men marching. Brothers, fathers, cousins, neighbours. In their not yet blood, ash, sweat, tear stained khaki coloured uniform.

Charlotte

As the Poppy’s blow in the wind

I think about all who died for me.

The sick, the blind, the deaf, the scared.

Bullets screaming through the air

The deafening gunfire

That hit the poor hard working men.

The blood flows painfully through the army uniform,

The thousands that cried

For our heroes

Daan

soldiers hide in their fox holes

rats nibble on their toes

bullets shot through the sky with a bang

death and destruction everywhere

christmas day all fighting stops as they sing their christmas song.

letters from home touch their hearts

we thank you anzac boys.

Alex

Blistering hot sun

Bullets flying everywhere

Blood stained fields

Marching into battle

The sound of wild guns

Will we ever see another day?

Laying in the poppies

Family in the front of my mind

I see blood.

Madi

In the light of dawn, the break of day  

Remembering the soldiers that fought all the way

Wearing the poppies red as the blood they shed before

Recognizing the heroes they fought with in the war

A symbol of respect

To the men  they will never forget

As sun shines down on the scene of strife

But fear they will be forgotten with each new generation of life.

Emily

on!”