- Reading No Matter The Weather a poem by Ella Smith (Y7)
- The Taj Mahal: a monument to everlasting Love and Death a postcard-style description by Maia Koehler Allen (Y8)
- LA fires core a poem by Beatrice Kellett (Y9)
- Violet a poem by Ananya Brandon (Y7)
- Nature Walk Poem a poem by Ananya Brandon (Y7)
Reading No Matter The Weather
a poem by Ella Smith (Y7)
Reading, Reading
Under the clouds
Under the sun
Or even under the trees
In the cold
With cold air brushing against my cheeks
Or snowy peaks in my view
In the Warmer Weather
On the trampoline or the grass
Is it the grass or the trampoline?
On a flower field or on a wooden porch?
I will always read no matter the weather
In the rain or in the snow
While others dance in the rain and have snowball fights
I will read even if I’m sick
Just a girl reading no matter the weather
Pack a book on my bike or on the train
Biking to the nearest Book shop or library
Riding a train to the farthest but the best book shop or library in town
Reading the lyrics of my favorite song over and over again while listening to it
Lying on the grass on a sunny summer day
with my favorite dress and book in hand
Flying to South America or South Africa with a book
And extra money for NEW BOOKS!
The Taj Mahal: a monument to everlasting Love and Death
a postcard-style description by Maia Koehler Allen (Y8)
Dear Esteemed Comrade,
I have recently had the incandescent experience of visiting the Taj mahal. I was immediately struck by the sheer size of it , it towered above life itself. The white marble shone gracefully in the sunlight. We walked through the picturesque gardens full of graceful flowers, shapely trees and fountains overflowing with fresh crystalline water. The guide informed us on how Shah Jahan, the mughal emperor of India, built this in memory of his favourite wife, Mumtaz Mahal, truly a symbol of love and devotion. You can detect intricate carvings of flowers and geometrical shapes etched into the marble like the henna on the hands of the ladies that stroll by. I remember the sensation of smooth marble on the soles of my covered feet , there was nothing but the sound of my feet striking the floor, it was such a sacred silence that I felt honoured to witness.
See you soon!
Maia
LA fires core
a poem by Beatrice Kellett (Y9)
The fire crackled, as the flames glowed, never stopping. Roaring fever.
Ferociously the fire spread engulfing everything in its path.
As the fire surrounded the forest, the smell of burnt wood wafted through the air like a deadly gas. -The fire encased us with no escape
Violet
a poem by Ananya Brandon (Y7)
Purple, miniature, and timely,
Fragrant, shallow,
Vivid in spring,
Timid in winter,
Dear to the ferns,
Known by the turf,
Next to the butterfly
In every wooded thicket.
Daring mini vision,
Adorned with
Nature.
—
Inspired by May Flower, by Emily Dickinson
Nature Walk Poem
a poem by Ananya Brandon (Y7)
Out in the gardens, behind the old building
A fantasy world, with flowers galore
The fragrant smell of the tulips, opening their petals
The sweet chatter of birds, calling to one another
Lush green grass beneath my feet, weeds pushing through the earth.
The warmth of the sun’s rays makes my skin tingle
As I watch the daffodils swaying in the breeze
Stretched out above me, like a blank canvas, a cloudless blue sky
Gnarled trees with branches pointing in every direction,
Directing lost birds back to their homes.
As the seasons change, the garden does too
Rust-coloured leaves sprinkle to the ground,
And snow-topped bushes melt as daisies unfold
Then the sun comes out, and everything stands taller
Prouder, because they know, that spring has come.