Poems from back in the day

The wind and I

We had so much fun, the wind and I..
Scattered the leaves and made them fly..
Like Autumn birds in the moonlit sky..
We had so much fun, just the wind and I..

- Year 9, 2003. Age 13.

Sitting on the fence

Come sit down beside me,
I said to myself.
And although it doesn't make sense,
I held out my own hand
As a small sign of trust,
And together I sat on the fence.

- Leunig.

Look beyond what you see..

A golden brown baked maple leaf
dances and skips across the road.
The tall, spindly white trees shake,
itch and sway in the roaring wind.

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(RIP Jodie)

Big bold and boney,
Eyes the windows to his soul,
Follows where I lead.

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Silky Chestnut coat,
Gracefully trotting onwards,
From another life.

Cute

Sweet little faces,
Tiny rainbow stars peeping
Out behind the grass



Soft, dainty petals,
Forever looking onwards,
Smiling at the sun.

The song of the surf



White steeds of ocean,
That leap with a hollow and wearisome roar.

Gathering, growling, swelling and surging and shivering.
Your wonderous glory, your beauty, your power.

What is the tale you are telling?
What is the drift of your lay?

You break, with a rainbow of glory,
Through the spray of your glittering tears.

You crash, and your crawl back and hide in your keep,
Ready to pounce and crash again.

- Year 10, 2004. Age 14.

An exile's farewell..



He extends his wings,
Guided by the strong wind,
An urge to be free,
An urge to move on.

The clouds sit beneath him,
He can't stop now,
Can't turn back,
Time is short.. ticking.

The seasons are changing,
For Winter is near, inspiring his flight.
The wind like a monster roar at his head.
The surging, spitting sea below.

Black eyes of fear,
Wings of lead.
Something is drawing him closer,
But nothing can drag him down.

All he wants to do is fly.
All he wants to be is free.
Must move on.. to another place.
We will meet again someday.

- Year 10, 2004. Age 14.



Inspired by the novel, Jonathon Livingston Seagull.