Friday, August 5, 2011

Family Metaphors

Some very impressive examples of writing resulted when we wrote a poem that was a metaphor for our family.

My threesome family is a thriving tree.
Mum is the boss, the tall stable trunk that makes all the decisions
Jessica, my sister is the scattered emerald leaves, always eavesdropping on other conversations.
And I am the blooming blossoms,the missing puzzle piece and the last decoration for a picturesque panorama.

Carrie

My family meanders in a shoe

Dad is the sturdy, fading leather, strong but still breakable.
Mum is the wooden heel, taking on all the stress, the last one to surrender.
Fraser is the unprotected fabric, easy to get dirty and very hard to clean.
Mable the cat is the tongue, floppy and usually falling out.
And I am the shoelace tying everything into place.

Ella

My family lives in a park
Mum is the grass, everywhere at once, ready to help.
Dad is the oak tree sheltering us all, but sometimes he gets blown over.
Angus is the pesky weed you just can't get rid of.
And I am the park ranger the brains of it all.

Olwyn

My family lives out at the park.
My dad is the bush, that surrounds us all...unafraid.
My mum is the field, who is soft and gentle.
My sisters are the swings, with the mind power to go higher and higher, no one can stop them.
My brother is the slide, who is smooth and flexible.
And I, I am the oak tree who holds my family together, away from fear.

Fusi

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