Yr 7 Poetry Evening

By Miss Georgina Beach (Yr 7 Team Leader)

Last Tuesday night, our Yr 7 students and their families and friends gathered for the annual Yr 7 Poetry Evening.  Over several weeks, students have been developing their own poetry folios including a colour poem, metaphor poem, blackout poem and a passion poem.  As part of the night, our guest performer, Mary B (Yr 11) shared her own poem "Precious Leaves" before each student performed their passion poem for the audience.  It was a fantastic opportunity for the Yr 7 students to practice their public speaking skills and showcase their poetry.  Congratulations to all of the students who performed, sensational work!

Student Poem 

Medieval Poem - By Robbie G

As the drums of war begin to pound,                                          

Boom, boom, boom,

As men prepare to leave their homes,

On a journey  from which they may not return,

Great generals prepare for war,

A war that will shape the land.

Grand armies march great distances,

The tromping of armored boots was as rhythmic as drums,

Many men say their prayers,

And the generals perfect their plans,

As hundreds march to war,

A war of armored kings.

The great tension before battle,

Like a balloon filled with helium,

So fragile and weak,

The generals inspired their men,

With a great speech that stirred their hearts,

And gave them the great will to fight.

With a great shout they charged,

The sound of steel boots was hammers on anvils,

The clomp of armored hooves was thunder in a storm,

The shouts of men was the screeching of ravens,

The whistle of arrows was the twittering of birds,

The battle begins.

Brash knights rushed bravely into battle,

Noble steeds carried storied warriors into the storm of battle,

The clanging and banging of the battlefield was like the sounds of a busy smithy,

Smashing maces, slashing swords, chopping axes,

The weapons were like hungry predators, biting and scratching to get to their prey,

The cries of men as weapons found home,

The screams of horses as weapons pierced their hides,

The glazed eyes of dying soldiers, like the glint of metal in the moonlight,

The blood of injured warriors, like the malevolent  flames

Then the order to retreat was given,

And the victors celebrated this glorious day,

For they had been given Victory."