Holiday memory poems

We have found a different way to write about memories of our holidays. James K Baxter was a famous New Zealand writer. He wrote this poem a long time ago and we have borrowed his structure and language patterns. We have used nouns and strong verbs to create an image of our experience for the reader. The town was usual enough; it had A creek, a bridge, a beach, a sky Over it, and even a small tin church I never went to. My brother, my cousins and I Did what boys do – dozed in the hot Schoolroom, made bows and arrows, dodged the mad Boatbuilder, crept like rabbits through the black Under- runners with a weak torch, Burnt dry rushes, wrestled or swam Doing nothing important. James K Baxter Please open our pages and read our own memory poems