Senior School Production

The stars above me shine with the memories of millions of years of existence.  The moon, a glowing crescent, floats lazily across the sky, its nightly journey well underway.  I can almost hear the hoof beats of the chariot that draws the golden goddess through the darkness.  A northern breeze sends chills through the air, heralding the winter to come.  Below me, the village I call home slumbers, yet I cannot sleep.  Thoughts twist and chase each other through my mind.  I grab hold of these fragments of ideas, wrestling them into something more. They are tales from the night sky, and they are calling… 

Peter McKenzie -  Drama Teacher