so where did that come from

Annika has been writing and writing and writing lately.  She has been inspired by her substitute teacher who introduced her to ballads and poetry.  Every night she has been knocking out a few poems, or another chapter in her story.

I am very proud.  I love her writing - it is evocative and imaginative and a little bit out there.  Her brain is amazing.

Here is what she wrote last night as a farewell poem for her teacher

Deep dark shadows dance with the light,

like a waltz danced at a royal ball.

shivering leaves hide in fright,

when the warriors give their call.

They stand in lines, crooked and bent,

With armour as strong as steel.

The little birds, they came and went,

filled with excitement they cannot conceal.

For the terrible fight was about to begin,

The one that would last for days,

The one where only one side can win,

As the spectators stare and gaze.

First the army attacks, but,

the warriors stand tall and strong,

they do not even have a cut,

where one should belong.

The leaves give a crack, the wind gives a whistle,

the fight comes to an end,

everything's still, even the thistles,

as if it  had not happened then.

Let's wait till it occurs again

when they fight, the rich and poor,

when the warriors give the first refrain

To start the forest war.

Annika Pine

3/8/11

In the car on the way to school this morning I said I had really enjoyed reading her poem.  And then she said - 'Mum did you know the trees are the warriors and the army is the wind?'   Ummm...no. Didn't get that symbolism.

Back to year 12 English for me.