The Writer’s Club Explores Onomatopoeia!

23 Jun


This week at ‘The Writer’s Club’, we focused on onomatopoeia and discovered how using our senses can really bring a piece of writing to life. ‘The Sound Collector’, a poem by Roger Mc Gough, was the perfect springboard into the world of sounds and descriptive writing.

‘The Sound Collector’ is set inside a house, so we quickly got into pairs and brainstormed a list of sounds that you might hear in different settings such as a jungle, a farm, the beach or even inside the human body! When we shared our ideas, the room was suddenly filled with wonderful sounds and descriptive phrases. We then explored the structure and rhyming patterns found in ‘The Sound Collector’. But do poems actually have to rhyme? Finally, it was our turn to try our hand at writing a poem using this structure as a guide. When I model a piece of writing in this way, I will often provide the children with a template. This is not to limit their creativity but to narrow down the focus. I want these young writers to climb inside their setting and really think about the sounds they might hear and how they could describe these sounds using words. The children are always free to change the template to suit their own style and ideas. Writing in pairs can be fun too. Two heads can be better than one when it comes to choosing rhyming words!

So sit down, relax and enjoy reading some of our poems…

The Man Who Robbed The Sounds of the Desert
By Dean and Nicholas

A stranger called at the desert resort
Dressed all in black and grey.
Put every sound into a box
And carried them away.

The swishing of the sand,
The rushing of the wind,
The buzzing of the flies,
The hissing of the snakes.

The plopping of the water,
The screeching of the birds,
When you run on the sand,
The squeaking sound it makes.

A stranger called at the desert resort,
He didn’t leave his name.
Left us only silence,
Life will never be the same.

City Sounds
By Caitlin and Imandi

A stranger called at midnight,
Dressed all in black and grey.
Put every sound into a box
And carried them away.

The honking of the cars,
The talking of people all around,
The flowing of the cool breeze,
And leaves crunching on the ground.

A stranger called at midnight,
He didn’t leave his name.
Left us only silence,
Life will never be the same.

The Weirdest Day At School
By Meaghan

A stranger called at school,
Dressed all in black and grey.
Put every sound into a box
And carried them away.

The yelling of the teacher,
The banging of the door,
The chatting of the children,
The tapping on the floor.

The munching of the lunches,
The ringing of the bell,
When you have a broken texta
The squeaking sound it makes.

A stranger called at school,
He didn’t leave his name.
Left us only silence,
Life will never be the same.

The School Poem
By Athena

A stranger called at school today,
Dressed all in black and grey.
Put every sound into a box
And carried them away.

The yelling of the teacher,
The ringing of the bell,
The bouncing of the balls,
The tapping on computers.

The tapping of feet,
The chattering of the class,
When you come to school again,
Nothing is the same.

A stranger called at school today,
He didn’t leave his name.
Left us only silence,
Life will never be the same.

At the Adventurous Beach
By Sora and Grace

A stranger called at the beach this morning,
Dressed all in black and grey.
Put every sound into a box
And carried them away.

The crashing of the waves,
The snapping of the shark,
The bubbling of the fish,
The growling in the dark.

The squawking of the seagulls,
The laughter in the day,
When you dive into the water,
The splashing sound will fade away.

A stranger called at the beach today,
He didn’t leave his name.
Left us only silence,
Life will never be the same.

The Jungle
By Matthew and Ian

A stranger called in at the jungle this afternoon,
Dressed all in black and grey.
Put every sound into a box
And carried them away.

The roar of the lions,
The dripping of the rain,
The squishing of the jaguar,
The shaking of a mane.

The rustling of the panda,
The squawking of an eagle,
When you swing through the trees,
The Tarzan sound you make.

A stranger called at the jungle this afternoon,
He didn’t leave his name.
Left us only silence,
Life will never be the same.

  1. Veronica Moran commented 2184 days ago

    Loved reading the poetry. It was a joyous moment at the end of a busy noise filled day!

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