WRITTEN BUSH POETRY COMPETITION
The written entries for the 2019 Bush Poetry have been judged and St Mary’s has once again done exceptionally well. All but two students were from our school. Congratulations to the following students:
Winners
Zara C 1st Nature
Sia K 2nd Elementa
Tess W 3rd My Heart on a Canvas
Highly Commended
Zara C In the Wild
Commended
Tess W Seasons
Tess W Haunted
Zachariah D Baby Names
Kristen P Old Streets
Molly K A Nightmare of Morning
Thomas S Squeak
The Bush Poetry Recital Competition will be held in our school hall this Saturday, September 7 at 2pm. Entry forms have been sent home to students who wish to recite a poem of their choice. Students may dress up and bring props.
Nature
Bountiful birds, bright, bold, brilliant and beautiful
Soaring, swooping, flapping, flying, ever so gracefully gliding
The chirps, the tweets, the squawks all sounds of Mother Nature
High up in the Eucalypt trees Australia’s birds are residing.
Cute, climbing Koalas, chubby cuddly Quokkas
Inquisitive Echidnas, waddling Wombats, short legs are their thing
The Kangaroos are red and grey, the Emu long and lean
From bouncing, jumping, leaping and roaming these qualities we bring.
Buoyant, beautiful, bursting the Whales go breaching by
Frolicking, floating, shimmering, silver creatures larger than life
They twist, they twirl, they sleep, they slap Seals in total bliss
The flashes of colour passing by, the fish numbers are rife.
Crystal clear, turquoise blue, emerald green so deep and rich
Gloomy murky, dirty grey, shades of brown sadly all around
Tall trees eucalypts sweet scents, breaths deep and fresh
Dark smoke, plastic wraps, nature stripped bare, no beauty to be found.
Red, orange, ochre, a sunset standing tall and wide, Uluru
Kakadu wetlands, the Daintree rainforest too fighting man's impact
Awe of the Great Barrier Reef a beauty, a wonder of this World
Why can’t they see the emergency and know it’s time to change and react.
People past and present, generations gone and growing
Resourceful respectful recyclers , worthless woeful waste
Living off luscious land, bricks, boards and buildings
Sluggish sinister slaughter, hurry the Healing, humans Haste.
Excited energy and eager it’s not too late to fix this mess
We have nature’s friends, environmental hero’s like David and the rest
The good, the beautiful, the true, reflective, our human race these things
Time to act, no time to waste, to save our planet, so everyone do your best.
Zara C
Elementa
Burning clouds of vapours
Flames of colours yellow, orange and red
Create the element of heat required
To prevent life on Earth from dying
Heat provides warmth and energy for growth
We must light this heat
And nurture it most.
Small,crystal clear waves
Roll upon the sandy shore
then peacefully fade back into the ocean.
Seagulls happily squawk as they fly above the water.
Life-giving breath of oxygen
Given to us by the shady trees.
In return the trees absorb the toxic carbon dioxide
left floating in the air by us humans.
Pollution is making cities look old
choking them with deadly gases.
I dream of a sky full of fresh and healthy air.
Light surrounds us everywhere
Gifted by the rays of sunshine during the day
And the moon’s silvery shine glowing during the night
Giving all the ability to see.
Darkness is unseeingly black
too dark to see on a moonless night.
No shadows in sight
just dull and gloomy darkness.
A multitude of ecosystems that together make Earth.
The majestic mountains covered in grass and alpine flowers.
Rivers and lakes giving life to fish and water creatures.
Oceans across the world, a home for all sea creatures.
Harsh deserts, providing life for bilbies and cacti.
Animals, running free in the wild.
The natural beauty of Earth is all around us,
Nurturing, for our survival, Earth.
Sia K
My Heart on a Canvas
Smears, smudges and swirls of paint
Are my emotions as I paint with joy,
Orange, red, blue and purple,
The colours that express my feelings.
Vibrant shades of bright red
Reflect my feelings of courage,
And how I feel brave and strong
As I paint, the feelings come to me.
Flourishes of flamboyant colour,
Smudges of yellow that make me feel joyous
While I paint the positivity fills me with confidence
And the familiar feelings that I know.
As I smear blue and purple with my bare hands,
I know it feels more distant than before
Although I feel cheerful the paint reflects something else,
These darker colours feel so different.
Colours and feelings seem so different
But really there quite the same in so many ways
Swirls of blue, smudges of yellow and splatters of orange,
my work is complete and a wave of achievement washes over me
Tess W