Year 7/8 students have just finished a unit on poetry. For their assessment they had to write a poem. A couple of students have decided to publish theirs for you to read.

Nissan Patrol

Nissan patrol soaring through the plains,

through the ruts through the lanes.

Its old but feels so new,

The dirt under the wheels it gets so chewed.

GQ patrol hear it roar,

The way it soars shakes my core.

Fill up the beast,

Fuel flowing,

Then I drive east.

I steer left and right.

Through the day, through the night

How do I love thee? Let me look at the rust.

Look out my mirror,

Its kicking up dust

I love how the diesel scents the air,

Speed past a land cruiser,

They do not think it’s fair.

This machine has power,

This machine has speed,

What can stop it,

Not even the seven seas.

Where the beast takes me, I may go,

Where that is, I guess we’ll never know.

How do I love thee?

There's so many ways.

To count them,

It would take me days.

As I sit as I watch

Mr out, I’m alert, now watch the clocks

Mr revert; I’m frost now chained in locks

I catch their calls, I whisper their tears, what now

You muse you’re the ruler, don’t get no bow

No sympathy, I gaze I’m elsewhere, hide

You are fusing a bloom, fake but the bride

I’ll be vexed, I’ll be cryptic, you’re the woe

Bite at me bite at me, you’re just the crow

I am diligent, power, I don’t show

As I sit as I watch, in destiny I glow

stray around the blood, show that I’m here bloom

why do you let him like I’m the one fume

I do love you too, but him, sharp, stab, deep

I draw, I draw in shame, speak with a harp

Music is my ears, I will be counting

I was thunder, lighting your surrounding

There was no sight of me, now I’m a show

Soon as I sit and watch you’ll know

A series of trauma sits deep below

I’m wreaked your lost in love, I am willow

Must stay away, he’s fire I’m the rain

I wash it all down, I drink all the pain

Day after day I drink more while I burn

At all no one like you will ever turn

As you don’t see the hurt you prise, the ache

You have a different face, to me your fake

I tell a story and you tell the lies

As I sit as I watch, the skies will grise.

Issue 9 - 12 June 2026