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Our first Winner of the


                 Bic Literary Award 1999


              Childrens’ Charity Network Literary Awards


        Winning the Oz kids in Print, Young   I’m very disappointed not to be able to
        Australian Writer of the Year Award back   attend the awards anniversary. I’m sure
        in 1999 was such a huge honour and 20   it will be a wonderful night and I hope it
        years on it is still one of my proudest   all goes well!
        moments and something that I will never
        forget.                                                     Thank you,
                                                                      Rachael






           Ode to Trees



           I wish people could understand trees,
             Understand the passion they have
                for their marvellous planet
              Understand the sorrow they feel
               when merely seen as objects.
               Understand the agony they feel
                   when brutally slain
              Because they are more than that.
                  They are loving homes.
               They are living beings with soul.
               They are the lungs of our earth
            We say they make our world beautiful.
                   yet we cut them down

                               By Ayo Adejoro
                 Year 8, St. Dominic’s Priory College
                          NORTH ADELAIDE – SA
                    Teacher: Ms. Shelda Rathmann



                                                                              The Willow Tree



                                                                                   As her last breath slips away
                                                                               under the willow her corpse shall lay
                                                                                 She may be gone and she is free
                                                                                 under this weeping willow tree
                                                                                  Many years have come to pass
                                                                            and the willows field has even greener grass
                                                                              The girl’s corpse still lay under the tree
                                                                            and her ghost from above smiles with glee
                                                                                   She gone and she is free
                                                                              but she sill misses that old willow tree

                                                                                             By Akshaya Gounder
                                                                                  Year 7, MacArthur Girls High School
                                                                                               WESTMEAD – NSW
                                                                                               Teacher: Ms G Cluff


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