National Poetry Day was on Friday, August 24th 2018. As part of National Poetry Day, students in E2 and I2 wrote their own poems. The nation-wide poetry initiative Given Words provided five words from a poet's work which students had to first of all study and explore and finally incorporate into their own poems. The words were decrepit, cast, snow, window and nest. Here are a selection of their poems.
I stroll to the water-hole
A nest drops from a nearby pine tree
We cast our decrepit rods
Miniscule fish eat our bait
Pull them in
It’s early morning
The nest is mourning
Feed the newborn babies, that lost their mother to the crazy fox
Take a deep breath
A window of opportunity has arisen
Golden dappled light shines through the trees
A brand new day
- Reuben Hassell
A Winter's Night in 1989
Nest the people sleeping at night.
Snow and ice rain down on a winter's night.
Wind blows the cat on one’s window.
People jolly for winters joy.
Decrepit trees blow by the road.
While joyful children roam in the snow.
Now darkness will cast another day.
- Mana Waterhouse
Crack or Bang
Snow flaked above the skier,
Windows cracked with a cast
of a spell,
Nests huddle by a light or shadow,
Cold, rusty, brown windows are cast
across grounds that appear.
- Shanice Hishon
Outside the window
Casting a gloomy spell
Upon the world
The decrepit aged man
Sits down in despair
Another depressing day
- Isa Dobbins
The Old Man
An old man stomps through the snow, on an cold winter day
He keeps on walking until suddenly…
He stops at an old decrepit house
He scans the area as he slips an odd shaped key out of his pocket
And into the keyhole
The door creaked open and he dashed right in
A few minutes later he peered through his window and then came out
With a cast on his arm and a nest in his other
He walked to the town and everyone judged him
They thought he was mean but what he did next shocked everybody
He went to the vet and told an odd story and came out and left
But without the nest
And went home.
- Heiana Maeva Ralaimihoatra
I cast out my net.
Fast they go,
a fish shooting down, like an arrow
snow pours down as it tickles my nose.
I ran home, as I looked up and above ,
A decrepit nest by a crow
The wind blows
The nest falls,
The window breaks, her heart is crushed
the Mummy bird's claws
Slid on the wall
Searching for us.
- Latrell Tipene