It begins with a dream
First Year Poetry Anthology Newpark May 2015
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First Year Poetry Foreword This year’s poetry competition for our students in first year was a great success with lots of original and quirky writing showcased. A big thank you is due to Claire Corcoran who judged the competition, to Anna Johnston who put this booklet together and to the T.Y. students who typed up the poems – Ben Maybury, Alastair Reid, Andrew Meagher and Sam Streek. Twila Cooper
A Word from the Judge First Prize First prize in this year’s competition goes to Fionn Hibbert for his poem ‘The Bridge’ which conveys a strong, positive message. Armed with bravery, courage and determination one will, against all the odds, make it across perilous waters from the barren dirt bank to the green grass on the other side. Impressive presentation and layout, clever use of extended metaphor, alliteration and repetition all combine in a very sophisticated piece for this age group. Joint Second Prize Karina Rus’s poem ‘The Concert’ vibrates with pulsating sound and vividly captures the joyful oneness of a crowd of strangers singing and dancing together at a rock concert. Sean McGovern’s poem ‘New School’ is nightmarishly Kafkaesque in its extended metaphor describing the school as a computer factory where ‘broken hard drives’ are ‘brought to detention for reprogramming.’ Claire Corcoran Highly Commended Poems written by: Constantine Iordanov, Cian Parry , Cecile Pruvost and Jolie Thomas Commended Poems written by: Max Schmidt, Maya Baum, Sophie Breen , Gráinne Carey, Lena Cotter Ellis, Hugh Hodkinson , Heather Hughes, Oisín Linnane, Rebecca Newport and Niamh Whelan.
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Index of Poems and Authors First prize Page 6
The Bridge
Fionn Hibbert
Joint second prize Page 7
New School The Concert
Seán McGovern Karina Rus
Sunshine like golden dew Page 9 Page 10 Page 11 Page 12 Page 13
Snowflakes/Leaves/Pebbles I sing of a star Superb seasons Puffy clouds/Snowflakes/Bright Moon A Winter Morning A petal/A river I love … Seasons Sunrise to sunset Sunrise
Rebecca Newport Hanna Novak Jim O’Reilly Kacper Agatowski Stina O’Neill Daniel Kleppa Ross McAulay Ava Paul Sophie Breen Lena Cotter
A singular shoe Page 15 Page 16 Page 17
Henry T. Woks and his socks There once was a man Sheep A selection Class Limericks P.I.P. Jole
Jolie Thomas Lochlann King Evin Hugh Hodkinson Finn Tierney Anonymous
A land that no-one’s heard of Page 19 Page 20 Page 21 Page 22
Will you? Doctor Who Candlelight Death Little Christmas Fairy The moon/Outer Space/New York A soldier at war 4
Niamh Whelan Anonymous Kayley Britz Thomas Whyte Saoirse Mulvihill Sam Cooney Hannah Novak
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Life and death Life
Holly Emerson Byrne Sophie Drumm
A story waiting to be told Page 25 Page 26 Page 27 Page 28 Page 29 Page 30 Page 31 Page 32 Page 33 Page 34 Page 35
The more reality becomes a blur My head A recipe for happiness Music Paint me monochrome Rydel My favourite shirt Poem The sum of happiness Tano’s head Him Getting up early Christmas Life is like a game A girl’s head Manchester United Success All I could be Impossibly me I’ll start drawing
Oisín Linnane Bláthnaid Trainor Faye Quirke Claire Connor Heather Hughes Beth Usher Maya Baum Anonymous Gráinne Carey Tano Faria Teigan Reid Ella Weinberg Finn Vella-Murphy Oisín Kelly Heather McHugh Constantin Iordanov Leon Nevill-Gallagher Molly Healy Aimee Cécile Pruvost
Through two tall doors Page 37 Page 38 Page 39 Page 40
My school the jungle First time Two tall doors Starting school A place we all know Newpark
Max Schmidt Líadain Kennedy Lennon Doyle Cian Parry Laura Rotaru Hugh Hodkinson & Ross McAuley Ciara Carey Finn & Jim
Newpark Newpark 5
The Bridge I stand where the dirt is dry and barren, I look across the other side where the grass is green, The river is rough and tough and tumble, but I must cross. A single rope rugged and ragged hangs from a branch. I must brace myself, Think pink. I take both rope and courage in my hands. I push off strong. I’ll need to. I close my eyes as the rope sways across, The water is only an inch below me, It is green/grey, deepened dark, It tosses over the rocks like charging into war. All the sudden I’m scared, Frightened, terrified, sad and vulnerable, I open my eyes again, I can see it now, The trees are blossoming, The grass is green, The flowers are bright reds, blues and yellows. I’m close to the other side now, I must land before the rope takes me back to where my worries will envelope me, I land, Now I’m here nothing to pull me back, All thanks to my bravery, All thanks to my courage, All thanks to my pure determination. I look back now and the river is a mere trickle, The water is clear as glass and lily pads sit a float a top. My troubles are behind me now, I’ve nothing to move to so quickly, I can stay here, And leave my troubles behind.
Fionn Hibbert 6
New school I walk in the door of the school, the factory, A bunch of unfinished parts, Ready to be built up into a computer, A computer, that can write metaphor problems, Or solve an algebra expression, I see the factory workers siting up at the top of my room With every class I’m in, Programming me with information, On different language settings, I see the broken drives, Being brought to detention for reprograming, I see all the half-made computers, Testing their programs through homework, I see all the sixth year computers, Preparing for shipping, Off to different jobs, School is a factory, Building children’s brains.
Seán McGovern
The Concert The atmosphere was magical. The booming sound of the drums filled the air. The strum of the guitar was smooth. The voice of the singer was strong and vibrant. The crowd danced to the beat of the drums. They were careless of the world around them. Dancing, jumping and screaming the words. A thriving mass of anonymous figures, pulsating with energy. The singer was singing like he didn’t even need to think of the words. The drummer bashing the drums as if it was his last time performing. The guitarist shredding the guitar. It was fascinating how so many strangers could all feel their best in one area.
Karina Rus 7
Sunshine like golden dew
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Snowflakes The snowflake falls down And melts into the water Another snowflake falls
Leaves As all the leaves fell One of them stood out the most It was like pure gold
Pebbles As the river flowed It carried all the pebbles Down the tall mountain
Rebecca Newport
I Sing of a Star I sing of a star, Way out in space, Not a movement, Not even a trace. I sing of a star, A shimmery light, All aglow, In the night. I sing of a star, That cans see the sea, And thousands of rocks, Flying towards me. I sing of a star, A spot in the sky, It can’t be seen, Not with a naked eye.
Hanna Novak 9
Superb Seasons The white frosty grass, Melting away from the world, Sparkles in the sun. Lovely crystal blue, Shimmering under the sun, Beautiful Ocean. The forest is changing, Orange and red all around, The autumn leaf falls.
Jim O’Reilly
Puffy Clouds Mostly there up there, Moving around and around, There the puffy clouds.
Snowflakes The tiny snowflakes, Falling from the sky slowly, Sticky, wet and cold.
Bright Moon The big sunny moon, Lighting our evening at night, It’s there forever.
Kacper Agatowski
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A Winter Morning As I start to awaken from my sleep a white, sparkling sheet of snow is outside my window. I jump out of my bed in excitement and run down the cold wooden stairs. I slip on my warm fluffy socks and pull on my boots. As I open the door a cold breeze starts creeping in like a dark shadow. As I walk outside I hear the crunch of the icy cold ground being stood on by mucky warn boots. The snow is beautiful and fresh, it’s almost like I don’t want to step on it, so that I don’t ruin the perfect white layer. The sky is a pinkish purely colour, with a numerous amount of clouds framing it. As I start walking further I come pass some flowers covered in a thin layer of snow. I brush the snow off the flowers with my bare hands. The snow is cold and gives my hands a little pinch. My hands turn red as I pull my sleeves over them to keep warm. As I look around I start to see more children coming out to play and build snowmen. I start to walk back to my warm, cosy home where I see my mother pinches my cheek and offers me lunch. This was the end to a perfect frosty morning on a winter’s day.
Stina O’Neill
A petal A leaf blows in wind And a petal falls to grass As autumn begins
A river The river falls down And it twists and turns To make leaves green Daniel Kleppa 11
I Love! I love nature, It is a gift to every kind of creature, Trees, birds and insects too, All living together and making do. I love the sea, It does sting if you have a cut knee, Although at the bottom of the ocean, There is a lot of commotion. I love the big blue sky, It allows the birds to fly, It is also in the house of the sun, Which makes everything much more fun.
Ross McAulay
Seasons The wintery wind, Blows and the storm rages on, Leaving snow behind. Spring is in the air, Flowers bursting with colour, Grass blows in the wind. The blue sea glistens, The sun shines down from the sky, I lie in the sand. Dead leaves falling down, Crunching as we walk around, Now the trees are bare.
Ava Paul 12
Sunrise to Sunset As the sun comes up, The birds are singing their song, The day has begun. The flowers are pretty, Facing the sun way up high, And the petals glow. Sunset has arrived, Glowing all over the sea, As night is coming. The moon is shining Lighting up the dark blue sky The day is over.
Sophie Breen
Sunrise The golden ball seeps through the sky, An electric line runs along the puffy clouds, The rays of sun come above the soft pillow, The orange sun looks like the yolk of an egg. Slowly the bright fire rises, A ray of sun shines over the glazing sea, The waves quickly crash against rocks, The tide moves quickly onto the shore. The full rounded blinding sun comes up, The perfect orange circle has fully raised, The sea is glittering brightly, The beautiful sun looks over the bay.
Lena Cotter 13
A singular shoe
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Henry T. Woks and his Socks They’re once was a man who loved socks, His name was Henry T. Woks, He’d wear six on each foot, And one tied round gut, And laces they were for his Docs. When the weather got cold, he was warm, Although socks on ears isn’t the norm, But will it become a trend? Sock muffs that could send, Tourists hurrying to buy them in swarms? Unfortunately, for Henry T. Woks, Summer socks, he just ain’t got, No socks in July, For in the sun he’d be fried, He was left only bare in summer frocks. Every year, Henry buys more socks, more brands, For his whole body, from his feet to his hands, He is known to say, To all his socks on summer days, Thank you socks, you have done well. Now go on a nice holiday, somewhere hot with beaches of sand!
Jolie Thomas
There once was a man There once was a man who travelled the lands; He worked on the fields and high in the hills, He collected the sunshine like golden dew And used it to make one singular shoe. Lochlann King
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Sheep I like sheep, Isn’t that neat. They put socks, On my feet. The socks are comfy, Nice and warm. They’ll keep you cosy, During a storm. Oh the fur of the sheep, Feels great on my feet, I’ll wear it all night to the morn’
Evin
A selection People in my form are nice, Especially when on thin ice, Because when they are bold, They are often told, “You’ll have to write this poem out twice.” There once was a man from Blackrock, Who wore, on his hand, a sock, When he went downstairs, He found two hares, Who ran away with his clock. One time when I saw a lamp, I connected it to an amp, It shined so bright, The moon took fright, And went off on a camp.
Hugh Hodkinson
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Class Limericks Sam Cooney Their once was a boy called Sam Cooney, Whose favourite movie was The Goonies, He sucked his thumb, Until it was numb, Now he’ called the Sam the Looney. Mash Their once was a fat man called Jim, Who used to live in a bin. His favourite food was mash, That he used to find in the trash, And now he is thin as a pin. Ava Da Flavour Their once was a rapper called Ava, Whose stage name was da flavour. She didn’t eat dinner, Then she got thinner, Now she needs a favour.
Finn Tierney
P.I.P. Jole There once was a mouse in a hole, Who had a friend called Jole? Jole was a fish, Who was served on a dish? Instead of being left in his bowl.
Anonymous
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A land that no-one’s heard of
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Will you? Across the creepy graveyard, Along the tall oak tree, There’s a land that no one’s heard of Not even you or me. It’s the place where magic came from, Where witches and wizards go for a break to the nice resort that lets you swim in a lake. Animals can speak to you, And giants walk the yards. There’s a boy that has three heads, And a girl who is so tall she sleeps in three beds. So, if you tell anyone, they obviously won’t believe you. This is our little secret, don’t tell anyone Will you?
Niamh Whelan
Doctor Who A man with so many faces, A tardis that travels through space and time, And can bring him to so many places. So many enemies, and many friends Saving planets But one day it all ends. Has a sonic screwdriver that can open doors, But it could not Scare away the monster on the moors. Has died so many time all with horrible sendings, But as the doctor would say how badly He hates endings.
Anonymous 19
Candlelight It stands all by itself, A flame is going for it, The candle flickers, The colour is now orange It is getting hotter, The wick gets shorter, The wax starts to melt, It lights the room when dark.
It is getting shorter quicker, Now it’s a short still flame, It is basically a stub, It’s ready for extinction. A crunch and it is gone, Smoke starts to go everywhere, Its spirit flies away in a spiral way, Now the candle is gone today.
Kayley Britz
Death Death is cold, Just Like Winter You choose it now, Cause you lost your sister. It comes for your life, Comes walking down the path, Everyone’s affected, But there is no aftermath. You can’t avoid Death, But you can try, But eventually, You will have to die.
Thomas Whyte 20
Little Christmas Fairy Oh little fairy, Pink and blue. The Christmas tree lights, Do shine for you. If I saw you now, I’d probably turn, But when I was a baby, You took my breath away.
Your long red gloves, And gold corset, A gorgeous puff skirt, Of rose and red. Strawberry blonde hair, And a star for a crown. You’d always turn my Frown upside-down. And now every year, When I put you on the tree, I give you a spot, For the world to see.
Saoirse Mulvihill
The Moon, Outer-Space, New York City The Moon I see a man’s face, It looks like a huge light bulb, It’s the gorgeous moon Outer-Space The beautiful scene, Looked as if it was a dream Oh no! A black hole New York City Every shop exists, It’s like a concrete jungle, I want to live here. Sam Cooney 21
A Soldier at War I’m here in a war, I’m here on my own, I’m here in the trenches, I want to go home. My family might be dead, They might be alive. I have a gun in my hand, Will I survive?
I’m here only 16, Not much of a man. I’ll fight for my country, Do the best that I can. I can hear tanks coming, I look around to see. My friends are all dead, They’re coming for me.
Hanna Novak
Life and Death Life and death show more love, Than any human being. Life sends death countless gifts, And death keeps them forever Life and death, they never meet, But they know they’re there. Life keeps them safe throughout their life, And death continues after. Life is greatly lived and loved, But death is always feared. But life tells us right at the end, That death is just a friend. Holly E.B.
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Life Think about life not always Being what it seems, It’s not the texture of sorrows, That sometimes happen in life It’s the joy what comes Tomorrow, Remember the voices of loved Ones, Think about life. Sophie Drumm
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A story waiting to be told
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The more reality becomes a blur As I walk through the meadow the grass dances in the westerly breeze. As I come to the edge of the forest the skyscraper like trees tower above me, They creek in the wind like they are talking. As I walk through the forest and take it all in, The branches of the trees make an arch way just for me, and the moss is my red carpet. The deeper I go into the forest the more reality becomes a blur. The forest is my ticket to a peaceful life.
Oisín Lnnane
My Head In my head there is a story waiting to be told An excited dog waiting to run as far as he can And a Christmas list That keeps on getting bigger and bigger. In my head there is a whole shopping centre waiting to be explored A student longing for the day to end And a cook baking up the most delicious dessert.
In my head there is a child waiting to be set free Someone wishing to be a millionaire And markets wild with people. In my head there is a piano player Anxiously waiting for the audience to settle down A tennis player longing for his chance to whack the ball as hard as she can And there is a Starbucks that’s filled with the smell of caffeine That hundreds of people drink every day to keep them awake.
Bláthnaid Trainor 25
A Recipe for Happiness An ounce of YouTube, 500g of snoring in your sleep, Mix well with plenty of hot holidays, Gradually poor in a bit of family fun, Fold in a bit of hitting hockey, Table spoon of fun friends, Squeeze of the scorching sun, Pinch of PJ’s, Slice of fabulous food, Your favourite money making music, Poor in half a litre of tremendous TV, Sprinkle with a bit of snowboarding, Add a bit of Netflix, With a large spoon of relaxing, And you’re ready to serve.
Faye Quirke
Music Music can be loud Like thunder in my head Music can be soft That makes me fall asleep Music is strong Music can make you fearless Music can make you tearless It can make you a star Music makes you how you really are
Claire Connor 26
Paint me monochrome Every day when I wake up I paint myself in different shades of grey To match the town and the people I walk beside When I talk I speak in black and white People talk back and with their invisible brushes They paint bits of themselves into me (Though mostly it goes unnoticed as their colours blend in with what is already there) They paint me monochrome Dull tones of grey like the sky on a day that stops caring Or like the wall of a building that makes the word ‘hope’ feel Like a bad taste in your mouth I feel flat and heavy with all the layers of colours that are The same But I endure it because that’s what everyone is like It’s what is preached as normal So I paint myself monochrome I paint myself ‘normal’ But there have been so many times where, Only stopped by fear of social exclusion I have wished for the courage to tip the grey paint down the sink (Out of my life) And painted myself in screaming colour.
Heather Hughes
Rydel Rydel is in a band called R5, Yoga is something she loves to do, Delly is her nickname, Ellingoton she shipped with, Love me like that is her song on the album.
Beth Usher 27
My Favourite Shirt I lie in bed, Monday morning. The thoughts of what to wear, Are tearing at my hair Eating at my mind, Like a swarm of bees that Just won’t go away I open my wardrobe, and my eyes wander To a shirt I’ve always loved, Then my head starts to ponder Would I be judged for the fact? That my shirt doesn’t fit me right? That the neck runs too tight? What would my friend say? What would they think? What would society throw at me? If I wear the one shirt That makes me happy? I guess I’ll never know, Because with a sigh I put it back, And wear a shirt that is clean, and dry A shirt that I know Although I’ll feel low, That no one will judge me for.
Maya Baum
Poem When she is angry she shows off her teeth as if she’s a lion about to pounce on her pray. When she knows she’s done something that we do not like, she drops her head down and runs away. With the speed of sound she’s gone for the day.
Anonymous
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The Sum for Happiness The sum of happiness basically is A fraction of animals, A decimal of kids, Continuous days off, Plus no homework for weeks, Equals the complete package for children’s luxuries, Now with time spent with friends, Divided by Christmas and Birthdays, That definitely means Hip, Hip Hooray!!!!! Add some sleep and some time in my jeep, Now that is the meaning of pure luxury. Now when you come, I can show you the sum, The sum for complete happiness.
Gráinne Carey
Tano’s Head In it there is a large chicken tika sub, Which I’ve been longing to eat, And a project for doing away with guitar lessons. And there is, Honey marinated bacon in the morning, A rugby move which involves the fullback scoring, Another international football competition. Miss Steele’s poster I never brought up, A seen text that says ‘sup? Something a teacher said, The homework I remembered in bed, These are things you can find in Tano’s head.
Tano Faria
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Him He’s also known as the one, Is like a diamond in the sand, Or a player in a rock band. Maybe good, maybe bad, Sometimes makes me really mad. His memory isn’t long, But his muscles are big, So I know he’s strong. Damn is he hot or what? Even with all those spots, He is as blonde as bleach, But as brown as the beach, Tall and handsome, Sometimes smart, And sometimes ugly like a slater design art. But its ok cause, He’s my li’l polar bear, Forever and always, Even when our days… Are no more…
Teigan Reid
Getting Up Early Getting up early is sometimes hard, You try to rise but it is no surprise, That you have great difficulty trying, To pull through and stop that alarm getting at you There are some positives but negatives too, The birds are singing but when winter comes the darkness hits you, Summers are easier but that’s not always true. It begins with a dream and ends in a nightmare, The daunting prospect of the rest of the day, Just makes you want to forever stay, Cuddled up in bed to be left astray.
Ella Weinberg 30
Christmas On My eighth Christmas ever, My family gave to me, 8 magic tricks. On my ninth Christmas ever, My family gave to me, 9 colouring books. On my tenth Christmas ever, My family gave to me, 10 old coins. On my eleventh Christmas ever, My family gave to me, 11 more books, On my twelfth Christmas ever, My family gave to me, 12 euro.
Finn Vella-Murphy
Life is like a Game Life is like a game. First you get your name. Next you find your toys. Pink for girls, blue for boys. Next you roll the dice, As you have to make a big choice. It’s something you have to go to, School! It’s completely new. First you love the game, However life’s never the same, Love the game and you will do well, And it’s something you would never sell. Oisín Kelly
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A Girl’s Head In it there is a puppy
and a just missed bus.
There is a countdown till Christmas
and there is a minion onesie.
There’s questions like
“Do penguins have knees?” “Do blind people dream?” “Will it snow this year?”
There is the other side of the pillow
and a cold sheet on a warm night.
There is a low battery
and a charger with a turtle neck.
There is a forgotten dream and a
Dream come true.
There is a Snapchat story full of
Embarrassing Photos.
There is “Just five more minutes”
and a slept through alarm.
I believe that we all and it cannot be
have weird thoughts, denied
Heather McHush
Manchester United A day to remember In the mouth of December A live Man United match At the theatre of dreams Rooney runs Quick as a flash Kicks the ball With a mighty smash Glorious goal Oh, what a win! Crowds go wild So happy it went in
Leon Nevill Gallagher
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Success Success is a destination we all hope to reach, A destination we ourselves must drive to, It can be on the other end of the planet, Or it could be on the next turn, It can be driving on a smooth road, Or it could be a ride from hell, With potholes that will shake you around, To ones that can break your car,
You might reach a dead end, Where you realise, You must turn back, But the other route you try is also a dead end, And so every route you try is also a dead end, And so every route you try gives you the same result, Always reaching a dead end, Where you have to turn back to start, And then you might decide to stop the car, Not realising success isn’t far And go back failure, Giving up on the destination you hoped to reach, And at that moment you turn back, Once the car stopped, It has no way of getting to success, But someone else instead will keep driving, Trying every route there is, And even when they’re back at the start, They’ll continue to drive, Never going back to failure, And then one day their effort will pay off, For they will reach success, And only because they kept on driving pressing on their accelerator, While the others pressed on their brakes, And drove back to failure, When they could have gone to success.
Constantine Iordanov
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All I could be When I dance, I am a butterfly in flight. When I sing, The words are my life. When I swim, I cut through the water like a knife. When I play tennis, I always keep the ball in sight. When I write poetry, I put my life on the page. When I paint pictures, My canvas is the stage. When I think of all the things it could be, It gives me hope and sets my spirits free. To soar high like a bird, Over the mountains and the sea. Molly Healy
Impossibly Me When I dance I’m as free as a bird, When I run I sprint like I’m in a herd, When people annoy me I’m as angry as an ape, When I talk I’m like a hero wearing a cape, When I get in trouble I feel like I’m a sin, When I’m in a competition I won’t stop until I win, When I’m scared I feel like I’m drowning in the sea, There’s only one person I can be That’s just impossibly me. Aimée Richards-Smyrk
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I’ll Start Drawing I’ll take my pencil And start to draw a line It might not look like much But that is who I am I’ll start by drawing a tree I might continue with the sun And add some clouds High above Then I’ll draw you and me Smiling away happily Picking some flowers As the sky is shining But it’ll start to rain And the clouds will scream As a flash of lightning separates you and me Leaving us in a sea of tears I’ll scribble on my page And rip it apart throwing it in the bin Scared of the outcome. Cécile Pruvost
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Through two tall doors
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My school the jungle My school is like a jungle, I am a newly planted tree Surrounded by larger trees, Until I reach the top Each tree is a student, Some are really tall, Other pretty small, But the tallest are the teachers, Looking after every one Each branch I grow, A subject, Each shiny little leaf, A nugget of information, And oh how many leaves I will have! Monkeys, bugs and birds, Are my continuous distractions And the wind is always trying, To blow me on a different course, Much like some other things But I’ll stand tall, Won’t stop trying, Six years I’ll grow And grow and grow Until I reach the tippy top And once I get there Others will come, And they will take me to Another place, another job But I’ll always remember my roots And of course, This whole long time, This whole long time, The moon and sun, My mum and dad, Will watch over me And how I’ll grow.
Max Schmidt
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First Time Starting school is like going to the gym for the first time, At first you’re scared you won’t fit in, New rooms and new people, All the teachers are like trainers, Helping you to get better, The more you go the better you get, You go in at the start knowing nothing, In the end you come out knowing everything! Líadain Kennedy
Two tall doors I pushed open the two tall doors as If I were entering a castle. The school was like a jungle Kids swinging around and bashing Other kids. I watched in the classroom and Saw kids gathered around as if A bunch of penguins were Bunched for warmth. I was pinned to the wall as if I was being arrested. Some kids said, “Come here”, As if I were lost in the desert. He was showing me around the school But I was thinking about going to the pool. School just ended and in the hallway it Was like a big swarm of buffalos running In one direction.
Lennon Doyle
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Starting School That suicide mission into the unknown, That’s been forced upon you by your own family. The spice of your own worry, The ringing sound of strong emotions, The heavy bricks of shyness preventing you from being yourself. The horrible feeling of you heart in your throat, As you mourn for the sight of sweet, sweet home
Cian Parry
A Place we all Know As I looked around, all I could see was white, A think blanket of snow covered the ice, It was like a winter paradise. The sky was clear, And there was a frosty atmosphere, But my happiness was overcome by fear. Even when there’s so much snow, I still have to go, To a place of learning, a place we all know. Every day, every day, I always say, I wish I could stay. Some may say this place is cool, But I have one rule, I don’t like school!
Laura Rotaru
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NEWPARK! Newpark is the school we love, Everyone adores the new building, We’ll never need a new school again, Put down that pencil, don’t that pencil, don’t be a vandal, And appreciate the school we’ve got, Remember that this school is amazing, so Keep it in the best condition. Hugh Hodlinson & Ross McCaulay
New building Everyone wants to come With people from all schools Protestant school Any one’s welcome Right next to the church Know people since September
Ciara Carey
New school Educating everyone Wonderful staff Proud to go here Amazing friends Respectful of others Kings of sport!
Finn and Jim
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