Because we never lose in a test. Literary Contributions
My English teachers are real fun,
Watching the seconds…
Cause they are as bright as the sun
Slowly becoming minutes…
Literary Contributions Alexander Scott (I)
When I got home to my surprise, FIRST DAY RAP
Then becoming hours…. LOCKDOWN HAIKUS
My parents waiting withgreat, a surprise! Mywere first day was kinda I met Nelly Rebecca Cause McKeown (I) at her gate.
FIRST DAY about RAP the school We walked and talked
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The gold sun rises; Slowly becoming minutes…
Every day is always the same,
I didhours…. online school. Then becoming
Drowning without death.
Alexander It wasn’t really that cool, Scott (I)
I did onlineHannah school. Hanif (I)
Because we never lose in a test.
But that I made It wasn’t really cool, it
My English teachers are real fun,
But I madeOscar it work.Hilditch
We walked and talked about the school And how the day was gonna rule.
We’re both in Shaw, which is the best,
work.
(I) Watching the seconds…
Oscar Hilditch (I)
Cause they are Because we never loseasinbright a test. as the sun
Slowly becoming minutes…
My English are real fun,surprise, When teachers I got home to my
Then becoming hours….
Cause they are as bright as the sun
Alexander Scott (I)
My parents were waiting with a surprise!
When I got home to my surprise,
Rebecca McKeown (I)
My parents were waiting with a surprise! Rebecca McKeown (I)
I did online school. It wasn’t really that cool, But I made it work. Oscar Hilditch (I)
Well done to Middle Sixth pupil, Zara Meadows, whose poem “Growth” was published in the ‘Fighting Words’ section of The Irish Times, a feature which celebrates young Irish and International writing.
GROWTH LOCKDOWN HAIKUS The gold sun rises;
of their bursting around the edges, their distinguished outpouring of sweetness, polite assassinations
Every day is always the same,
jouking round the juiced-up corners
Drowning without death. Hannah Hanif (I) Watching the seconds…
These words have ripened- I am aware
of my imagination, apologetically wrathful. Coming to write at all is coming to sink your knuckles deep into rot, to 103
