The Year 10 cohort have all been introduced to William Shakespeare this semester. In Alex Geneve’s class they have made model replicas of The Globe. All of the Year 10 students have embraced the challenge of writing sonnets. They have grappled with the rhyme, rhythm and Shakespearean language, but have persevered and some students have managed to write profound, thoughtful sonnets. They chose themes and concepts that were important to them and created meaningful messages with their poetry.

Sonnet

My heavy Age, you inspire me to cry.
I hate the way you look, and hurt my knees,
gets in my mind day, night making me shy,
thinking about the way you decay me.

Let my brain allow you to rest nicely.
So you may sleep tightly with your vapours.
My snores louder than Baba O'reilly.
and very often waking the neighbours.

How do I hate you? Let me count the ways.
I hate your bushy eyebrows and anger.
Thinking of your fading hair spoils my days.
My hate for my looks not being swagger.

All this age I can finally rebirth.
Think of my poem when I leave this Earth.

By Billy Parham

Sonnet

Her eyes are like a pool of happiness
When I look into them I dive deeper
When I’m with you I feel good and no stress
Yes, lollies are sweet but you are sweeter

 Her hair is like a beautiful ocean
Her teeth are white like a mountain
When she walks everything goes slow motion
Her long hair reminds me of a fountain

 Her lips are moist and red just like her blood
Her smile doesn’t just light up rooms
It lights up a whole world and clears all mud
A blow of her breath kills all fumes

She is beautiful just like a red rose
She is spring even when it’s cold and snow.

Anonymous

The Waves

The waves so calm but yet so confusing
They are so comforting yet dangerous
Sitting so calm not too sure what they’ll bring
Facing big waves you must be courageous

Riding the waves feels like your floating
On high tides the waves crash into shore
Big strong waves are good for when your boating
Wave after wave and I still want some more

 As sunsets rise I watch the tide get low
I see the sunset reflecting off waves
The waves I watch have a relaxing flow
The waves start to turn into massive caves

 At the end of the day the waves get strong
The wave has its own music like a song

 By Kiara Vivian

After School Study Support Sessions for 12 ATAR English are now running for the remainder of the term. These will be held in the library on Thursdays from 3pm until 4pm. Each session will have a specific syllabus and conceptual focus, but students will also have the opportunity to receive feedback and direction on individual areas for improvement. For further details, please contact Karen Stuart.

The Write a Book in a Day teams have been participating in workshops preparing for their upcoming competition. Workshops have been run by Orietta Stokes, Claire Eden, Sarah Adams and Claire Connor focusing on story construction, illustrations and teamwork. We wish them all the best of luck for the competition.

Nicolee McNally
English Teacher