Poets' Corner

In this and upcoming newsletter editions, we will be sharing poetry from Year 8, LG5.  Thanks to these students for sharing their work with us.

Stars

Stars glimmer in the curtains of darkness

Like campfires from a distance

They come along when you least expect it

To join the unique stories of the universe.

They fill the inky black sky

Then, as they shoot across the earth

Searching for more

Each one is a standout.

And, to this day,

The universe is still looking for stories to tell

So smile, knowing that your story matters.

Bridie Davissen

The Crying Croc

Write something.

A poem, Miss said.

I was clueless;

No thoughts in my head.

I started to write about a crocodile

A croc with:

Sharp claws and sharp yellow eyes

A strong lethal tail

And …. a piece of plastic

Dangling from the grown out, rotten teeth.

I began to realise

What society has taught this dinosaur descendant.

Why hurt the crocodile's grin?

Their home isn’t a rubbish bin.

Crocs can shed crocodile tears

So I wouldn’t want to adjust a crocodile’s gears.

I sit to think harder and faster.

And like the loud SNAP! of a crocodile’s jaw

I realise this is not an ordinary crocodile poem.

It’s a crying croc poem.

Chloe Rogers

Nanna

Don’t take your loved ones for granted, I wished I’d learnt,

For as day passed and night fell,

Nanna waved goodbye to daughter Ange, who said,

“Don’t put the bins out”.  Her concern was clear,

But as the darkness grew into the evil shades of black,

Her independent spirit drove her down the steep driveway to the tall, green bin……

Don’t take your loved ones for granted I wished I’d learnt.

The wind crept under Nanna’s feet leaving her crushed unconscious by the deceitful bin.

Her breath tickled coldly through her body,

Barely spotted by a passing driver,

But not saved,

She died leaving crowds of sad souls to grieve.

Gone.

Don’t take your loved ones for granted, I wished I’d learnt.

Ellie MacGinley

Rainforest

We walk through the forest for many days,

Underneath a leafy roof

Vines trap us with their arms

We rely on dappled light

The sound of the rainforest surrounds us

And we want to find them all, birds’ bug and creatures

Treading silently in the camo print

Hidden amongst the leaves

Water trickles through the rocks

Into a pool of crystal flat glass

Like a peace treaty of a place

The animals drink at peace

Emma Revie