Music

MUSIC

Our PREPS and Grade Ones have started back in Term 2 MUSIC with cheery energy! We have been singing lots of songs and Nursery Rhymes complete with actions such as Old MacDonald had a Farm, Incy Wincy Spider, Once I Caught a Fish Alive, Hickory Dickory Dock, Jimmy Monkey and I'm a Little Teapot. We have had a look at shaking and tapping instruments and played several non tuned percussion instruments: tambourines, egg shakers and rhythm sticks and we have been playing these instruments in time to the BEAT of several songs that we know very well such as The Alphabet Song, Alison's Camel and Bananas in Pyjamas.

Our Grade Twos and Grade Threes have been looking at a very famous Australian song written by Banjo Patterson called Waltzing Matilda. We have been looking at the difference between verse and chorus in songs through the use of the ABC SING BOOK Programme.

The School's annual ANZAC Ceremony took place on Thursday 27th April. This is the first ANZAC Ceremony in 3 years that could be conducted in the manner that the school traditionally used to hold our ANZAC Ceremonies due to COVID Restrictions for the past 3 years at this time of the year. We hope you took a little time to reflect on ANZAC Day. A Thankyou to our Grade 6 School Captains who conducted our ANZAC Ceremony. Ayvah and Tate - School Captains and Aara, Eva, Erinne and Naaz - School Vice Captains as well as Riccardo and Zi our 2023 School Choir Captains. 

AN ANZAC REFLECTION

On Anzac morning we get up very early. It is still dark. We drive in the dark and park the car. We put on our coats. It is always cold. We wait at the memorial for the sun to come up. There are sad poems and singing. We say, ‘Lest we forget.’ A bugle plays a lonely song. Then guns fire at the sky – once, twice, three times. It makes me jump and scares the seagulls. Later we have cake and hot chocolate to warm us up. We find our spots for the parade. Daddy gives me a badge, just like his. I sit on Daddy’s shoulders. It’s a very long wait, but my grandad will come. My grandad marches on Anzac Day.

He wears his best jacket and has shiny medals on his chest. He doesn’t have much hair on his head, but he does have a big moustache. Grandad knows where we will be waiting. He always smiles at me. Lots of people are marching, their legs all moving in time. Some of them play music. I feel their drums boom in my chest. Grandad marches with his friends. He remembers when they were young. He remembers when he was young. He marches for all his friends who can’t march. He marches for us.

Some people can’t walk. Some are pushed in wheelchairs. Some ride in cars. We clap and wave as they go past. ‘Well done, boys,’ my dad calls out. They smile shyly and look pleased.

Once long ago, there was a war, my daddy says. Many soldiers fought and died in a place called Gallipoli. Some were from Australia. Some were from New Zealand. They were called ANZACs. They died in places with names like The Nek, Lone Pine and Anzac Cove. Their mums and dads waited, but they never came home. My grandad marches….. to remember them. 

My grandad wasn’t there. My grandad was in a different war. That’s where he earned his medals. After the parade, my daddy says, ‘I’m proud of you, mate,’ to Grandad. He has tears in his eyes. Grandad is quiet. He is still remembering. One day I will march on Anzac Day, and I will do the remembering.

“They gave their lives. For that public gift, they received a praise which never ages and a tomb most glorious – not so much the tomb in which they lie, but that in which their fame survives, to be remembered for ever when occasion comes for word or deed.........”

We Will Remember Them

Lest We Forget

Fiona Jamieson