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The Home of the Seasons hE hOME of the Seasons was a
colossal building full of things that
Trepresented the family who lived
there, good or bad. Divided into quarters
that met in the middle. Depending on the
season, the house changed colour, from
baby blue to pale orange to yellow to pink.
The aroma of flowers and rain went
through the house. The sound of birds
tweeting, the pitter-patter of rain, waves
crashing against the rocks and the sound
of orange leaves hitting the ground could
be heard.
In the front yard, there was a special
enchanted oak tree that changed in each
season. In winter, there was no leaves, in
summer, there were fruit hanging from the
brown oak branches, in autumn, the leaves
were orange and in spring, the leaves were
green and the baby birds hatched. There
was a path that led to the door and on the
doormat it says ‘Season’s greeting!’.
By Teresa Luu
Grade 5, St Luke’s Primary School
LALOR – VIC.
Teacher: Miss Angelucci
The Power of Words
Strapped to a cold, fierce metal chair, If I am to be granted one wish,
grappling, fighting and thrusting. Money, fame and fortune
Mother caresses my stiff, wet hand, Are at the bottom of the list.
Weeping, praying and comforting. Instead, it would be to talk.
My body is restricted; incomplete. My brain is like a fish net.
Walking, talking and eating Words, images and emotions
Are simply too difficult for a person like me. Are stuck inside the net.
A person who doesn’t ‘fit in.’ If only I could speak. Just once…
By Yimeng (Fiona) Pan
Year 6, Ravenswood School for Girls
GORDON – NSW
Teacher: Sharon Shapiro
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