In Term 1 we learnt about alliteration, metaphors, and similes as figurative language techniques we can use to up-level our writing.
This is a sample of our 'dandelion memories' (real and imaginary memories and poetic responses inspired by a Mentor Text: Dandelion, with the theme of bullying), which show off some of the writing techniques we have learnt:
It was a still afternoon, the birds were chirping and I was walking under the trees, me and my dad were walking, our wet boots squelched and sloshed like an alien’s sucker feet. We were talking jokes and eating mars bars until, thud! thud! thud! My dad pulled out his rifle and told me to get behind him, seconds turned to minutes until… Whoosh! The deer sprang out kicking its legs like a rodeo bull my dad took fire, and missed. The cheeky deer ran and ran then hurdled the high sheep fence disturbing the white blanket of snowy dandelions that rose to the heavens in a crescendo of dancing umbrellas. They ducked and weaved doing some crazy hybrid dance style and I thought of our old dog Toby, and wished.
Dandelions Memory - By Dylan
My first memory of dandelions was when I was still very young. It was a frosty spring morning, the day still, as I wandered through the cold, short field of grass to see a colony of dandelions glistening in the in the sun’s warm rays. I dreamed of the most peculiar wishes as I exhaled my breath onto the silk-like umbrellas, watching my wishes fly away. As they struggled to navigate their way, like a boat in a storm, I wondered, could they meet the reach of the angels?
~Dandelion~ By Anya
I remember when I use to get bullied a couple of years ago. When it would get dark, I would go outside and wish that tomorrow, they would stop. Then I would sit outside watching the dandelions dance. They looked like broken umbrella's carrying a little tiny seed. Like a baby and a stork. It was amazing seeing the millions of little seeds flying!
Over time, the bullies did stop, and then we (the dandelions and I) drifted apart. I still like to go outside, but I don’t wish on dandelions anymore. I just enjoy the cool breezy night sky. Whenever I sit on the bench where I blew the little dandelions, I can still see the little umbrellas dancing, in my minds eye, looking as if they were having a jolly old time. Sometimes they looked as if they were dancing the Tango, swaying left and right, then spinning around and twirling.
Dandelions - By Grace
Gloomy and sewn with white, no known man shall ever confront such beasts
These are the creatures who haunted our childhood and whom dined on our foolish minds
So long before did you waste a precious breath to these things
Before you were crooned by ancestors that it was only sweet, yet deadly fantasies
But those wishes that swooned away to the heavens --
they really only obediently followed behind you and waited for that special time to appear
Don’t ever stop believing in something that suddenly lost it’s touch
Because, really, if you stop believing in something --
You’re missing out on the true factors of life
And the true meanings of the Lion's Tooth
DANDELIONS
By Cyrus
As all the dandelions dance upon the kingdom, a wrathful beast comes out of the void. All the dandelion knights shout “human” as one part of the kingdom is slaughtered from the ground and huffed and puffed on by the beast. All the little houses shot across the kingdom. The king tried to run away, but the human's eye is too fast to miss him. He shoots his hand like a speeding bullet out and grabs the kingdom, blowing again, shooting all the houses off into the void...leaving nothing.
Dandelions
Gloomy and sewn with white, no known man shall ever confront such beasts
These are the creatures who haunted our childhood and whom dined on our foolish minds
So long before did you waste a precious breath to these things
Before you were crooned by ancestors that it was only sweet, yet deadly fantasies
But those wishes that swooned away to the heavens --
they really only obediently followed behind you and waited for that special time to appear
Don’t ever stop believing in something that suddenly lost it’s touch
Because, really, if you stop believing in something --
You’re missing out on the true factors of life
And the true meanings of the Lion's Tooth
Grace
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