Miles Baylis (7E)
Like the wind that carries the Autumn leaves,
Like the waves that lap at the ocean shore,
The dazzling moon shines in the night, gleaming forevermore.
As the sleek, sly fox walks on the wall,
As the boys in the park laugh and shriek,
A bird picks up a worm in its sharp, tough beak.
Like the smoke that erupts from the factories,
Like the harmful pollution of cars,
Humans are destroying the world they live in like a flickering evening star.
As the days we have in this life diminish even more,
Make one effort to save the planet,
Or we will have one no more.
A Walk in the Peaks by Isaac O ’ Keefe (7L)
Cheeks flushed pink, hands clenched in pockets, woolly hats pulled on tight,
Shoulders hunched against the cold, backs turned to the wind,
In silence we recognize the hues of a beauty so barren,
Moss greens, shrub browns and shale greys all beneath dazzling azure,
Where streaks of silver do battle with the blue.
Slabs of millstone, bursting from the ground,
Amongst them glittering streams, their destination unseen.
The incline slackens and hills turn to fields,
A pair of deer, kicking away in a flash of white, soon gone from eye ’ s sight,
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