Walking past unnoticed
Do you wonder what I write
A musician in silent reflection
You cannot see what I hear
By sight
Words and notes are dancing
Butterflies stuck in my head
Chasing to capture the blue one
To feel it
On paper
Instead
(c) Carolyn Hogan
I wander the path
Of the lake lined with trees
And I feel at peace
Laughter drifts carelessly
From the paddle boats
As I sit listening to the music
Of the blowing leaves
And I feel at peace
The caressing breeze
Moves my hair about my face
Smiling, I brush it clear
To look up and see you
And I feel at peace
The candlelit sun
Warms my face as we walk
The silent echo's
Of a past left behind, forgotten
And I feel at peace
(c) Carolyn Hogan
How lovely though art
Lifes' sickle sin
It cajoles its mentor
To do its whim
Stealthily creeping
Round yonder life
Ready to sap the blood
To fill its knife
It will strike at will
On any soul
To do its wicked deed
On any mole
(c) Carolyn Hogan
Grade 1-2 is Catelyn Ashley, St Therese
Kindness
Kindness
Kindness on Earth:
WINNERS OF THE TORQUAY
FROTH AND BUBBLE LITERARY FESTIVAL
POETRY COMPETITION FOR SCHOOLS
With set conditions for entries
The 2009 Theme was "Kindness" and "Courage"
Grade 3-4 is Jessica Meadows, Torquay college
Grade 5-6 Ella Sweeney, St Therese
Prizes kindly donated by Torquay Books
Family and friends
A kind person
Loving and cheering person
Helpfulness and a sharing person
Happy
(c) Catelyn Ashley
Kindness is like a balloon,
if you keep supporting it will never go down.
Kindness is supporting others when they are down.
Kindness is including others in your game,
even those with different names.
(c) Jessica Meadows
Every person on the earth
whether they are born in Victoria or Perth
have kindness in their hearts
right back from the start
where ever you are, who ever you are
you are truely kind, so keep that in mind.
(c) Ella Sweeney
Honourable Mention
Black Saturday
The flames are so high,
There’s black smoke in the sky.
Orange and red everywhere,
I can’t help but stop and stare.
Why here? Why my town?
I don’t know but it makes me frown.
Our only escape is our old beaten car,
It will probably break down and won’t go too far.
Dad revs up the engine and speeds off,
All this smoke is making me cough.
My little sister sits there quiet as a mouse,
I’m quietly sobbing and say “bye bye house.”
Where will we live? Where will we go?
If we get out of this, I don’t know.
We hear dad swearing, but we don’t care.
I think that I have taken all I can bare.
Mum reassures us and says, “we’ll be ok.”
But I am speechless, there’s nothing I can say.
(c) Mollie Cooper
Bellbrae P.S.
Honourable Mention
An African Childhood
Kids
Happy, happy, sad, sad,
Drover, drover, rundown mad.
Water, water, yucky mud,
Reading, writing, working hard.
Warm days, cold nights,
I have the biggest sacrifice.
Ethiopia is the place,
Where I rustle through the waste.
I would like to be in a better place
World vision is the one
Thank you, thank you, everyone.
(c) Talia Filipovski
Bellbrae P.S.
Torquay down by the sea,
The streets buzzing with excited beachgoers,
Surfboards everywhere as far as the eye can see,
This is where champions are born,
Winners grin as they conquer the wild beast of
Bells Beach,
I grab my boogie board filled with excitement,
Down to the surf beach,
So eager to enter the water,
My feet barely touch the sand,
I dive into the waves,
Then I grab a ride on the thunderous wonder,
It's power pushes me to the shore,
My heart beats, I give into the force,
I feel so alive,
Sure you can go to any beach,
But no other place can compare to Torquay
(c) Linda Goyogana