We have finished off the term exploring and experimenting with poetry. As a result we have been busy posting our latest creative efforts on our blogs...check them out.
The eye's to a window's world
I open my eyes up to the world today
I see the world spin through the glass at the end of the room
A square, a circle ,a shape that you desire
A barrier to the outside world
The eyes to the space beyond the walls of my room
The soft solid see through slab that frames a view
I am a window
I am alerted when the morning comes
and when night is approaching
The glare of light, the shadows of darkness bounce of the surface
A protector from the weather
a mould dirt grime dust collector
an easy clean surface
A breakable block
a forceful hit will smash it to bits
I am a window
Can be open
can be closed
can be dirty
can be clean
A blank block
Can make shapes with the light
can reflect your image if the light is right
It may become cold and frosty or wet and make condensation
It does not live and it does not die it will be here for a long time
I am a window
Written by Sam Gilbert.
I like all the art that you did and all the things you did for ANZAC day.
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