My family is a strong tree that lives together
My dad is the roots, hard to pull, hard to get.
But without him we fall apart
My mum is the trunk, quiet, works hard and focuses on what she is doing
My brother is the leaves, never stops moving and dancing when he hears the magnificent tune of the wind
I'm the branch that supervises my brother wherever he goes
but I perpetually fall on unsafe high things
Aljean
My family is like a toolbox.
My mum is a hammer.
She is the last decision when the hammer goes down it is like the gavel pounding on the court bench
No one is above her.
Paul is like the nails old and rusty but still holds every one together.
My brothers are the clean wrenches, constantly swishing until you pop.
My grandma is the superglue.
She is the back up plan and we can’t live with out her.
Finally I am the tool tray ready to catch everyone when they fall.
By Emily
My Family is a Growing garden
My family is a growing garden filled with
Precious coloured tulips
Dad is the elegant strong stalk that
holds our happiness together
Mum is the soil that protects us in
Her usual ways
Michael is the leaf that giggles about
And tingles when fear arrives
And I am the violet tulip that
Rises up and sprays
Colour over my families dark feelings
By Stella
Garden Metaphor Poem
My friends and I are the parts of a garden.
Daniel is the flax, tall and strong, overpowering the rest of us in height.
Shaun is the unique shaped rocks, holding the delicate, walkway features of the garden.
Mitchell is the bushes, short but round, also willing to amuse a crowd.
Jazz is the Rata tree, with bright, rosy red flowers, all joined together gracefully.
Temaria is the rose bush, prickly, tall and crowded with thorns.
Mackenzie is the Kowhai tree, containing yellow petals and strong branches. So for me, I am the dark brown soil that holds all of us friends together. The bystanders of Dorie School are open-mouthed, gazing at the gardens magnificence.
Matty
Dad is the meat, tough on the outside and soft n the inside
Mum is the salad which tastes quite sweet
Jazz is the chips, nice and goes quickly
Poppy is the dessert that comes in all different flavours
Luke is the drink, grand and tastes divine and
I'm the sauce that makes it all come together
Billie
My family lives in the ocean
Dads the rocks, big and strong that
keeps us safe in any storm.
Mums the sand that shines beautifully
in the sunlight.
Trents the corals that sway gently in the
current, fresh and free.
Summers the fish that swims joyfully
through the ripples, safe but so delicate.
I’m the water, beautiful and bright that
brings happiness everyday.
Katelyn Hogg
Life is a bunch of flowers:
Love is the pleasant smell of the freshly picked flowers,
Not always noticeable but always there
Happiness is the tight ribbon that holds life together,
Stable and strong
Hate is the brutal thorns on the vibrant rose,
Master of disguise that leaves you scared
Success is the blooming of the flowers,
It takes every chance, every opportunity to grow
Emotions are the different colours of the flowers,
Scattered through out the bunch
By Chaedis Tamakaha
Metaphor poem
My family is a group of wonderful flowers:
Mum is the Daisy, always happy and calm.
Dad is the Rose, Fierce and strong with his sharp thorns.
My sister is the Daffodil, she glows bright at the sun every morning.
And I’m the gardener, I use my humour everyday to keep them happy and fresh.
By: John Rey
My family garden
My family is a garden of fruit in the summer morning.
Dad is the grape the greatest one of all.
Mum is the soil that holds us together.
My brother is the lemon the sourest of all.
Sweet and small I’m am the apricot.
By Sarah Wilcox
Box of Chocolates
Life is a box of chocolates
You never know what’s next
You have to unwrap them to find out what’s inside
Sometimes they’re bumps
Sometimes they’re smooth
Sometimes they’re sweet
Sometimes they’re sour
Then theres the ones that are just a delight
When they heat up they melt down
Your chocolate is every where
But then it gets all pulled back together
And then its unbreakable
Cause life is a box of chocolates
By Jake Jackways
My family is a motor bike
My family is a motor bike:
Dad is the exhaust that keeps the gas flowing
My sisters are the wheels one at the front and one at the back
Mum is the handle bars so she can steer the family in the right direction
And I am the motor to keep the family running well.
Alex
My Family is a Pair of Jeans
My family is a pair of jeans
My Dad: The leather belt, with the polished brass buckle. Thick and strong but will crack at any moment
My Mum: The neat and tidy stitches hold us together
Hamish: The deep pockets, stashing and stowing himself from time to time
Brianna: The slender knee patches, with tufts of string waiting to be brushed
Liam: The array of grass stains, dirty on the knee patches, appearing every time they are tended to
And I am the needle and thread, who pulls us together as a loveable and fortunate family
By Charlotte
My family tree
Mum is the grass that makes us grow
Paul is the wind and the sun that helps us be strong, Grandma is the bark that keeps us warm,
Ollie is the tree of rugby somehow is always looking over the stadium,
Emily is the tree that gives people in the mall shelter,
Grace is the wind always howling along,
Sarah is the cute bulldozer that is always being destructive Then there is me the leaf that will one day have to leave the tree.
By Michael
My family is a nail polish kit:
Mum is the file that keeps us in shape.
Charlotte is the nail polish of colours.
I am the cotton bud that dabs and dots.
Hamish is the remover, messy and smelly.
Liam is the nail pen wiry and fiddley and
Dad is the top coat protecting our family.
By Brianna
My dad is the roots, hard to pull, hard to get.
But without him we fall apart
My mum is the trunk, quiet, works hard and focuses on what she is doing
My brother is the leaves, never stops moving and dancing when he hears the magnificent tune of the wind
I'm the branch that supervises my brother wherever he goes
but I perpetually fall on unsafe high things
Aljean
My family is like a toolbox.
My mum is a hammer.
She is the last decision when the hammer goes down it is like the gavel pounding on the court bench
No one is above her.
Paul is like the nails old and rusty but still holds every one together.
My brothers are the clean wrenches, constantly swishing until you pop.
My grandma is the superglue.
She is the back up plan and we can’t live with out her.
Finally I am the tool tray ready to catch everyone when they fall.
By Emily
My Family is a Growing garden
My family is a growing garden filled with
Precious coloured tulips
Dad is the elegant strong stalk that
holds our happiness together
Mum is the soil that protects us in
Her usual ways
Michael is the leaf that giggles about
And tingles when fear arrives
And I am the violet tulip that
Rises up and sprays
Colour over my families dark feelings
By Stella
Garden Metaphor Poem
My friends and I are the parts of a garden.
Daniel is the flax, tall and strong, overpowering the rest of us in height.
Shaun is the unique shaped rocks, holding the delicate, walkway features of the garden.
Mitchell is the bushes, short but round, also willing to amuse a crowd.
Jazz is the Rata tree, with bright, rosy red flowers, all joined together gracefully.
Temaria is the rose bush, prickly, tall and crowded with thorns.
Mackenzie is the Kowhai tree, containing yellow petals and strong branches. So for me, I am the dark brown soil that holds all of us friends together. The bystanders of Dorie School are open-mouthed, gazing at the gardens magnificence.
Matty
Dad is the meat, tough on the outside and soft n the inside
Mum is the salad which tastes quite sweet
Jazz is the chips, nice and goes quickly
Poppy is the dessert that comes in all different flavours
Luke is the drink, grand and tastes divine and
I'm the sauce that makes it all come together
Billie
My family lives in the ocean
Dads the rocks, big and strong that
keeps us safe in any storm.
Mums the sand that shines beautifully
in the sunlight.
Trents the corals that sway gently in the
current, fresh and free.
Summers the fish that swims joyfully
through the ripples, safe but so delicate.
I’m the water, beautiful and bright that
brings happiness everyday.
Katelyn Hogg
Life is a bunch of flowers:
Love is the pleasant smell of the freshly picked flowers,
Not always noticeable but always there
Happiness is the tight ribbon that holds life together,
Stable and strong
Hate is the brutal thorns on the vibrant rose,
Master of disguise that leaves you scared
Success is the blooming of the flowers,
It takes every chance, every opportunity to grow
Emotions are the different colours of the flowers,
Scattered through out the bunch
By Chaedis Tamakaha
Metaphor poem
My family is a group of wonderful flowers:
Mum is the Daisy, always happy and calm.
Dad is the Rose, Fierce and strong with his sharp thorns.
My sister is the Daffodil, she glows bright at the sun every morning.
And I’m the gardener, I use my humour everyday to keep them happy and fresh.
By: John Rey
My family garden
My family is a garden of fruit in the summer morning.
Dad is the grape the greatest one of all.
Mum is the soil that holds us together.
My brother is the lemon the sourest of all.
Sweet and small I’m am the apricot.
By Sarah Wilcox
Box of Chocolates
Life is a box of chocolates
You never know what’s next
You have to unwrap them to find out what’s inside
Sometimes they’re bumps
Sometimes they’re smooth
Sometimes they’re sweet
Sometimes they’re sour
Then theres the ones that are just a delight
When they heat up they melt down
Your chocolate is every where
But then it gets all pulled back together
And then its unbreakable
Cause life is a box of chocolates
By Jake Jackways
My family is a motor bike
My family is a motor bike:
Dad is the exhaust that keeps the gas flowing
My sisters are the wheels one at the front and one at the back
Mum is the handle bars so she can steer the family in the right direction
And I am the motor to keep the family running well.
Alex
My Family is a Pair of Jeans
My family is a pair of jeans
My Dad: The leather belt, with the polished brass buckle. Thick and strong but will crack at any moment
My Mum: The neat and tidy stitches hold us together
Hamish: The deep pockets, stashing and stowing himself from time to time
Brianna: The slender knee patches, with tufts of string waiting to be brushed
Liam: The array of grass stains, dirty on the knee patches, appearing every time they are tended to
And I am the needle and thread, who pulls us together as a loveable and fortunate family
By Charlotte
My family tree
Mum is the grass that makes us grow
Paul is the wind and the sun that helps us be strong, Grandma is the bark that keeps us warm,
Ollie is the tree of rugby somehow is always looking over the stadium,
Emily is the tree that gives people in the mall shelter,
Grace is the wind always howling along,
Sarah is the cute bulldozer that is always being destructive Then there is me the leaf that will one day have to leave the tree.
By Michael
My family is a nail polish kit:
Mum is the file that keeps us in shape.
Charlotte is the nail polish of colours.
I am the cotton bud that dabs and dots.
Hamish is the remover, messy and smelly.
Liam is the nail pen wiry and fiddley and
Dad is the top coat protecting our family.
By Brianna