St. George's School

World I See Feel and Hear (back)

A tranquil space
The sun’s bright face
Shines through soft white clouds of lace

As soft winds blow
And flowers glow
Their colours lightly show

A tree stands tall
A red brick wall
In the grass small ants do crawl

Butterflies dance
In silent trance
Hard to see in one quick glance

Look and stare
The sun’s golden glare
A feeling felt but not to share

I see green grass
As loud trains pass
A distant sound and spaces vast

Children run
Enjoy the fun
Of playing wildly; in the sun

I am alone
A world my own…
I hear the crisp green leaves being blown

Sound to the ear
Is not so near
In a world I see feel and hear.

by Gabrielle

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Clouds

The camel runs across the blue desert,
Eyes darting left and right,
He searches to the south,
He searches to the north.
Surrounding it the beasts of the land,
Are walking along the white sand,
Drinking from the indigo oasis.
Sounds flood the camel’s perked ears,
The beasts shouting their cry.
The lions are roaring,
The birds are buzzing,
The leopards are growling.
Then the camel swerves its head,
To search the ground behind him,
Then a crack as twig breaks,
And a crunch as a leaf is stepped upon.
Then all the sounds around it,
Fade out as the camel begins to run.
It skips to the left,
And dodges to the right.
Then all is silent,
Nothing moves and the safari is calm.
Then a man steps out of the forest,
His eyes scanning the field.
Finally his eyes rest on his prey,
He brings his gun up,
And puts the camel in his crosshairs,
And fires.
Then the camel falls to pieces.

by Calum
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Reflections on a Lawn
at 10 o’clock

The wind embraces me with his chilly breath. The clear blue sky is filled with speckles fairy floss, dancing to the melody of a bird’s wings softly flapping; its feathers brushing against each other as he migrates far. Freshly cut grass tickles my bare feet as I lie in bliss, gazing at the blackbird picking branches for his home. A sea-green insect crawls around me, searching for something he will find elsewhere. His wings are like droplets of water, falling towards a lonely flower in a field.

In this green ocean, there lies a lonely flower, a lonely isle. The grass around it lapping on its shores, swallowing it almost. But nothing can drown such beauty; and it carries on, peacefully reflecting the light of the sun’s rays that soak my bones with their warmth.

Then the spell breaks suddenly. The grieving rattle of a train track steals away my peace. The birds stop singing to watch the place where dozens of lives are intertwined together in a messy knot.

The guardians of time are now calling frantically to the town. Another hour has been stolen from their church steeple. Another hour has gone that will never return. Only a moment for the world to be able to taste the silence swirling in its heart, so loudly I can feel it pulsing in my ears.

The wind drowns out the sounds, embracing me once more. The sun that once shone bright is now covered by a limbless cotton frog. It is difficult to be angry at her, when she is being taken away from her home by the same wind that chills the air. Yet she has rewarded me for something I have done, for she is shifting to let me enjoy some of the sun that pleases her so.

In the distance, the joyful squeals of merry children reflect my inner mood, breaking the silence that was slowly smothering me into drowsiness.

My shoes lie dozing in the morning sun, a bee sneaking silently through the polka dots.

By Marianna

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Thinking in the Grass

Eyes wondering to the heavens,
Silver imperfections are shown to me;
'Like cotton,’ they say, 'Like cotton'
And I thinks how right they are.

The touch – the faint touch of grass
Suavely cradling my skin.
My eyes I close, feeling the chill
Of the endless breath of wind's master.

The green and the flowers and the earth,
How sweetly they rest within my eyes,
The beauty of nature's mother remains
Eternally, by any man,
Indescribable.

by Thoko
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Words Today

Words
Words at 10PM
A txt msg: Cm 2 clb. x
Words lead me
Words around me on the train
Stop
Doors
Lean
Push
Gap
Words flash past
Buy
Clean
Try
White
Ten
Feel
Words tell me what is right and wrong
Barry’s
No
The Queen
No
Shaker
Yes
Words find people
Fergus?
Mari?
Calum!
We eat words
Cadbury
Rowntree
Walkers
We smoke words
Benson and Hedges
Malboro
Camel
We drink words
Bacardi
Smirnoff
Carlsberg
Words make no sense now
ShEeyz
LrUr uA kt
NaYtusc
Mu Dnc
Some words aren’t allowed
$*x!@-ò
?£,,7:%
/&+#§”°[
Words make us leave
Out
Don’t make me
I’ll have to
All the words are gone
Just laughter
Just tears
Words fail me today

by Tommer
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On the field

Here I am,
Sitting under this small tree
In this immense field.
The clean air smells so good,
A background scent of pine tree and resin.
I look up and see,
Clouds cruising,
Ever so slowly,
In an unknown direction.
I can feel,
Grass tickling,
A ladybird crawling up my arm.
I can hear,
Wind blowing,
And birds tweeting;
But everything is spoilt,
By cars and trains,
Created by us humans:
My god!
We ARE ruining the world…

by Andrea
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Nothing could be heard, no one interrupted

The wind swirls around me
Hugs me
Embraces me
In a circle of air.
The green strands of grass
Are in synchronised sway
under the motherly caress
Of this breeze.
All follow obediently
her thoughtful command,
While the trees standing boldly
above the rest.
Like respected wise uncles and grandfathers,
Their roots dig deeply
Into the thick, moist soil.
I breathe in air full of
Soap and butterflies
And with every breath
I close my eyelids gently
Calling the magic to reach to the tips
of my fingers and then
I open my eyes
And gaze up at the sky:
That pale, tender blue.
But as you look again
Orange, green and yellow too.
A faint ‘brrrrrrr’ interrupts me --
The train,
Filled with different people
Each carrying a different story.

Eiv
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The field

The wind is fresh but the air is still
All you can hear is the sweet chirping of birds
And the sudden roar of a passing train.
Lying on the spiky, earth green grass
I can see the mountains in the distance
A faint grey color
Even from here,
They look mighty and strong.
The sun comes out
And illuminates the empty field
My body, suddenly warm
Feels the rays like warm gold on my back.
The light blue sky is filled,
With fluffy white cotton ball clouds.
Now little black insects crawl over me
Their little legs tickling my tender skin.
A white butterfly gently flutters above.
The sun is getting hotter.
I can feel its violent rays burning my legs
Everything seems so still
As if there’s no life in this field
Not a soul in sight
Except for our bodies randomly scattered.
We are, it seems like something out of a painting -
When I look up at the sky
I see the clouds moving across
Filling a gap here
Opening a gap there.
The air smells of fresh grass
And, out here on the field
My mind is at peace.

by Mia
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17th May

My face
lies pressed among the blades of grass
my nose is pushed back towards
my face
by the dry earth.

The grass feels like
small
blunt
pins on
my skin –
scratching
tickling.

I soak up the
heavy
scent of soil,
rich with growth
and life
and death.

The trivial chattering of
invisible birds is
occasionally
punctuated by the purposeful
rumble of a train
slicing through the air
or the thump of a church bell
as if God has stamped down
a
large
brass
boot.

Sunlight slips
like a snake
through the grass
revealing
a dulled rainbow –
white
beige
emerald
khaki.

The clouds clear
to let sunlight
flow down from
my shoulders
to
my calves
like melted chocolate
dripping
from a pan
to a board
only to close
into cold
again.

The grass feels
dry and brittle
on my tongue
but my teethe
press out
a green
herby taste
like mellow coriander.

The tranquil trees
are gently shaken by the joyful
screams
of children
carried off
by the cool tendrils of the
wind.

by Tommer

 

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‘Warming up’ for exams

‘Warming up’ for exams, Y9 spent a lesson absorbing everything on offer for the five senses under the sunshine of an early summer’s day: scattered in isolation on the playing fields of St George’s for 35 minutes, they translated their sensations into words. They experimented with the layout of their ‘text’ on the page and with the possibilities of language - from syntax level to types of genre (descriptive, narrative and verse).

The results of this workshop were then consolidated during the following English lessons: we concentrated on drafting skills and on polishing our creative expression while improving our ability to cope under timed conditions (naturally, having some fun on the way!...)