Poem of the River
The water trickles over the slippery rocks and flows down the stream.
The river is glistening in the light of the sun, the ripples from the small waterfall descend down the river.
The bright sun bursts through the cover of the trees like a lamp turning on in a pitch black room.
The depths of the river are murky and dark, the grass around the river is luscious and green, it's soft and smooth under my feet.
— Gabrial Liddell (Class 4)
Frangipani
Up in the branches
Of the frangipani tree
I was at the top of the world
How high can I climb today?
The smell of sweet flowers on the nose
Swaying with the wind in the tallest branches
Singing with the magpies
Songs of joy
The sun in my skin
The wind in my hair
Wonder in my heart
What are the swallows building?
How do trees feel?
Can I hang from here?
A constant stream of wonder
On
And on…
— Sumari Geitz (Year 10)
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