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Puppet





                                                   A puppet with no strings,           Able to hear but not reply,
                                                      Left hanging limp,            Able to question but not ask why,
                                                      All senses cut off,            And now forevermore will be,
                                                       Out of control.                   A puppet of its mind.

                                                    No longer can it dance,
                                                   Nor sing, speak or laugh,                By Imogen Taylor-Thorne
                                                 But now a victim of its mind,       Year 7, Ravenswood School for Girls
                                                 To wander the halls of mem’ry.                     GORDON – NSW






                                                                        The Unforgiving

                                                                                  Season



                                                                                Scorching, burning rays
                                                                              Crackling flora beneath me
           Mother, Please                                                        Sweltering, sweating


                                                                                              By Allegra Clarke
                   Don’ t Cry                                                        Year 3, Trinity Anglican School
                                                                                         KEWARRA BEACH – QLD.
                                                                                            Teacher: Kellie Clarke



                       Can we hear Mother Earth                              I wish she could forgive us
                           crying for help?                                for all the misery we’ve brought,
                      We know she’s our only home,                              but more than that,
                        yet we foolishly continue                              I wish we could change,
                         to damage her heart.                                      for ourselves,
                    Do we know how much she cares?                                for our children
                     how much she loves her planet?                            and keep her beautiful
                        how much she loves us?                                 for the next generation.
                        Can we hear her crying?
                        Can’t we see she’s dying?                             I promise, someday, soon
                                                                                  we will change,
                      Every time we cut down a tree                          so Mother, please don’t cry.
                         it’s like killing a child.
                   how can we be so cruel, so heartless?                                        By Kha Doanh Phung
                      how can we not understand                                        Year 8, St Dominic’s Priory College
                       all her sorrow, all her pain?                                           NORTH ADELAIDE – SA
                   Can’t we just love our divine world?                                     Teacher: Shelda Rathmann



















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