As part of Year 6's literature focus on poetry, they have been writing Odes to elements of Bali. 

Enjoy!

Ode to Ice

Oh, cold, refreshing ice,
In the land of thy freezer,
You are the true king of the Castle,
The true pinnacle of water creation,
In your throne known as thy ice cuber.

You in your succulent frozen coat,
providing my tongue with an irresistible watery sensation
that sends my mouth into a drooling stage
and my eyes to turn rabid.

My hands cradle you like diamonds.
When I hear of the warm summer day,
50% off power on Wednesdays,
I hear the crackling of the ice expanding in its tub,
Feel a broken piece of ice stuck to the inside cheek of my mouth.

You are a part of my Balinese memories and everlasting hot summer dreams,
The hero of weekly afternoons,
The winner of the Nobel prize in the freezer.
I fill the ice cuber with water, let it crystalize -
And a decadent sensation awaits.

by James

Ode to Water 

Oh, refreshing, cold, water.
Of moist wonders,
You are the saviour of my thirst,
The dripping glory of your flesh,
In your plastic PVA bottle.

You, in your cluster of droplets,
Cooling the burning sensation on my tongue,
That causes my mouth to water,
My eyes full of tears,
And my hands embrace your beauty.

When I think of your liquid falling into my mouth,
Out of your plastic home,
I hear the splashes of your insides,
Feel a drop of water.

You are cooling and moist,
The true king of our land,
The dripping expenses,
I buy you, for just 2 shining gold coins,
And my dry deserted mouth awaits your glory.

by Grace

Ode to the Fan 

Oh airy cooling fan
Of Komodo house
You are the reason I didn’t evaporate
The real oscillating bliss
Hanging from your roof of bamboo

You with your remote of freedom
Filling the room with your angelic breeze
Of crisp cool air that causes me to smile,
to shiver slightly as your rich wave of gold hits my skin

When I think about my time in Bali
Playing Cabo with my friends
I hear the faint soft spinning
Feel your relaxing wind
See you watching down from above like the holy elevated being you are

You are nighttime memories and daytime dreams
The spa day of our cabin
The bringer of peace
As soon as you are on
Fun awaits

By Brecon

Ode to My Hot Choccy 

Oh warm, chocolatey hot chocolate,
Of my volcano peak,
You are the trophy of my victory.
Warming my hands.
In your see-through cup.

You, in your glass of glory.
Fill my tummy with your irresistible sweetness,
That causes my stomach to melt.
My legs to move again,
And my tiredness transforms into pride.

by Hayden

Ode to Jerry 

Oh, water swaying softly,
Standing quietly on the bench,
You are a holy creation of plastic,
With a glorious sea of water inside,
Beautiful as the sun shining in the sky.

You are a part of my soul,
Filling me with eternal water from heaven,
That when consumed,
I stand there hearing a quiet call from you,
As I appreciate you as family.

When my mind is filled with thoughts,
I breathe and feel a sense of joy,
When that refreshing holy liquid enters my bottle,
Listen to the sound, drip, drop, drip, drop,
You're looking at me smiling and I do the same.

You are always here for me,
After a challenging adventure
Your determination fills the cabin with peace,
I fill my thirsty dry bottle up,
And say goodbye as I sorrow to the airport.

by Oscar

An Ode to The Final Night Burger 

On a bed of crispy chips and crunchy sea salt you lay.
Staring back at me, your own light of day.
A thin layer of golden crust outlines the innards of your silky bun.
You were so perfect, as perfect as the sun.

A mix of cheesy golden molten oozes out as I hold you in my bare hands.
One more look and my hunger expands.
As I take a bite,
A thirst for the one thing I’ve been starved for days of floods my mouth.
Meat.
The light you withhold turns you into my own golden haven.
My love for you now is more than unshaken.

A crowd pleaser you were,
Your presence dancing around the room filling everyone’s late night with joy.
The hero you were in that moment is something nobody can destroy.
Your goodness ruled higher than a gawping mountain view.
The specialness you contained is something only I knew.

by Eve

Ode to Corn Fritters

Oh, savoury, crispy fritters.
Sleeping on a silky banana leaf.
You are the evening hit.
The highlight of our plate.

You, in your coat of golden glory.
Filling the warm tropical breeze with anticipation.
That makes us drawn to your royal presence.
My lips to tremble.
For our grubby little fingers to reach out for you on your woven crib.

When I think of memories in Bali.
The chatter of my friends.
I feel the crisp crunch.
A Juicy kernel.
Trapped between my chompers.

You are Bali keepsakes and foodie dreams.
The golden child of food.
The most popular of all the dishes.
I grab one and take a bite.
And an evening adventure awaits.

by Felix