GRADE 5 Pitlochry Senior Primary recently wrote poems about
different colours and the following poems are some examples.

Blue
by Yashveer  Santoo

Blue is the colour of the sea.
Blue is the sky to be

Blue is the breeze in the trees
It’s a sigh
In the mind.

Blue is the colour of birds
Not bees
So can you see
What blue means to me?

Blue is calm
Like the sea.
Blue is calm.
Not like me.
Blue is small
No doubt about it –

Can you imagine a world without it?

GREEN
by Yashveer  Santoo

Green is a Garden
Blazing and bright.
Green is feeling brave
With all your might.
Green is everywhere,
Even maybe in your hair.

Green is the colour of the grass we sit on.
Green is the colour of
The planet we live on.
Green leaves which
Caterpillars eat.

Green is calm, unlike me!
Green is a show of,
Rich, not poor.

Green is a light which
Tells you to GO!
Green is the colour of a
Jungle, the Amazon!
Green is camouflage, the
Army game.
Green is plants which animals eat.

JUST IMAGINE A WORLD
WITHOUT GREEN !

ORANGE
by Rivash Mohanlal    

As Orange as the sunset.
As Orange as the orange I eat.
I love the orange sun.
As orange as a name badge.
As orange as a fish in the sea.
As orange as the autumn leaves.
As orange as a toucans feathers.
Orange is my favourite colour.
It’s my actor’s favourite colour.
Orange is a colour.
Orange is a plain and simple colour.
When the sky is orange
I go outside and eat an orange.
What will the world be like without it?
Can you live without it?
I can’t !
Can you Mrs Hewitt?

RED
by TEVIN VIRIAH

Red is a colour in Valentine’s Day
When we spread our Love
Just like any other day.
Red is also the colour of larva
That is very hot.
When you touch it,
You will turn into dust!
It is the most beautiful colour which spreads love
That we all deserve,
Because we are all special in this world.
Now you know why I enjoy it,
Because it is lovely and
It brings joy to us all !

GRADE 5 Pitlochry Senior Primary recently had to write stories,
pretending to be different types of  seeds.

My life as a baked bean
by Sinethemba Langeni

Hi there, my name is Bunny the baked bean and I’ll tell you about my sad life.

 I am a soft, tender and delicious, light brown baked bean. I woke up, hearing these machine noises and when I looked around, I saw a big, factory with stems in the air and I heard funny noises. I heard baby beans screaming too, like they were trapped.

All of a sudden, I saw a lot of tins, with tomato sauce and I hate tomato sauce. Then they put baby beans, mothers, fathers, sisters and brothers from different families together. I was trapped with my brothers and my teachers and strangers. Can you believe it? I was trapped with strangers!

Then they put us in a tin, they closed the tin with a big lid and it was so dark, I couldn’t see a thing. All I could feel is sticky tomato sauce all over my body and I was so angry because I hate it!  We went to this big truck and were taken to Woolworths. We sat on the shelves until someone bought us for supper. So this person came and I could feel the tin shaking, so I knew we were going to die today. When this person opened the tin, I could see the light at last!  Then I saw this little old lady, and guess what? I thought she was cooking supper for us, but she wasn’t.

She took a big pot and she chopped some onions and tomatoes altogether and I could see the recipe book with the words BAKED BEANS on it. Then she took the curry powder – the very hot one and put it all in the pot. After that she took one tin of baked beans and put it in the pot. Then her cellphone rang and she went to pick it up and I thought she wasn’t going to cook us.

Then she took the tin I was in and put it in the big pot. Inside the pot it was very hot and I felt itchy too and I was HOPPING all over the place. Then she closed the pot and that was the very last HOP I took in my whole life !!! 
 

I AM A SUNFLOWER SEED
by Mikyra Reddy

I, together with my brothers and sisters, were enjoying the lovely sunshine, while anchored firmly into mum’s tummy. Mum’s proudly showing off her beautiful, bright yellow petals. I wish that some day I could be as pretty as her. For many days, mum did this and I held onto her as tightly as possible. Everyday I could feel her grip getting looser and I knew that soon I would have to leave mum and have to start growing up independently.

One day, the wind blew as strongly, that I could not hold on anymore. I was blown out of mum’s arms and landed a few metres away, separated from my brothers and sisters. I thought I was going to grow up in the same field as mum had, but along came a little girl and she picked me up. At home, she filled up a large pot with lovely soil, rich in nutrients. She gently placed me into the soil and covered me lightly. She gave me lots of fresh water everyday and I knew she was watching over me. Everyday I felt healthier and stronger.

I felt the sun penetrating through the soil and suddenly my testa cracked open. My roots were now strong enough to hold my stem upright, so that I could peep through the soil and enjoy the sunlight. As the days passed, I grew taller and taller. I was so lucky to get enough water and sunlight and soon my stem began to grow leaves.

Soon I blossomed into a beautiful, bright, yellow sunflower. My wish had been granted and I stood as proud as my mum. I knew I was the brightest and most beautiful glower because everyday the birds, the bees, the butterflies and many other insects came to visit. The little girl stood on her balcony everyday and admired me. I was now holding onto my own baby seeds just like mum had, but I knew I would have to let go of them, for them to start their own lives.

My life as a sunflower was fairly short, but also enjoyable. After a few days in the sun, I was tired, my head started to droop and I could not stand up straight anymore. As the days went by, my petals began to dry up and they were falling off. I was getting old. My stem could not hold me any longer, my seeds spread all over the garden. This was the end of me, but my sunflower family will go on for many generations to come.