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SHHS Interiors:Layout 1 12/06/2011 22:04 Page 48Pieces from ArvonWordsCoppers minted bythe mouth’s smithyto volley or play marbles.Sedimentary rockand underground stationswith neuron tubes.Mothers letting us playwith the steering-wheel,their feet on the pedals.Never-appendixesor absolute monarchies,preserved like pickles.Katie M, Year 9Sad manI him saw everyday.He walked a quarter mile to the shop.He bought his daily paper and his pint of milkAnd then he walked home.I smiled at him – onceAnd watched his grey skin stretch over his cheekbonesHis eyes sunk into his small skullHis frame bent as he leant on his walkerBones held up by a firmer bodyHe started to disappear – days, weeks, months.He stopped getting his newspaper.He shut out the world – I was nothing to him,A figure who caught his eye and smiled.Phoebe H-J, Year 9The RiverI brim over chattering pebblesThat shiver beneath my heavy embrace.Silky as spilt milk, I glimmer through bends andcurves.I mirror the moon that beams over silver birchesAnd the glare of the sun.I am fluid. I glitter through every space,I can be merciless.But I am never louder than a whisperWhen against the slopes of the water I collapse.Naomi W, Year 948Tea break, Arvon 2011
SHHS Interiors:Layout 1 12/06/2011 22:04 Page 49Winners from the SHHS National PoetryDay CompetitionFamily PiecesAt home, we had a granite kitchen surface,Never crumbless, never foodless.It was scarred by pans,Cool and glassy.At home, we had a cat whose name was Bibble.She had the brain capacity of a mug,Spilling on the sofa like a cushion.I cuddled her sick.At home, I had a painted wooden chest,With marching kangaroo and polar bears.A boot sale of half-forgotten memoriesAnd dog-eared picture books.At home, we had a family of teapots,Spotty cupboard squattersSteaming in Nana and Dandi’s faces.When they brokeWe always liked toKeep the pieces.Jessica B, Year 8The Haunted HomeThe bell rings, the stairs creak,The bats fly, the mice squeak,The shadows walk along the wall,The carpet’s old, you just might fall,The floor is smooth, you just might slip,The upstairs room is like a tip,Full of dirt and rubbish and ants,The garden’s full of potted plants,Lilac and bluebell and roses too,The birds squawk right on cue.The front of it is dark and dreary,If you’re coming here, you should be weary.Clare H, Year 7Stange NeighbourhoodI live in a very strange neighbourhood;Some people are nice, some people are rude,Some people are quiet, some people are loud,Some people whisper, some people shout.I live on a small street; the next street is wide;We talk lots on our street, the wide street guyshide!The weather depends on everyone’s mood –I live in a very strange neighbourhood!Most parrots talk, my parrot screams.He thinks that something’s important, it seems!My cat meows, other cats stretch!Well, they aren’t going to get a catch.Some first swim, but mine keeps jumping.It even has scratches from all the bumping.Some dogs bark, but most as good.I live in a very strange neighbourhood.Some children run, some children sit.Some listen to Mozart, some to a new hit.Some adults grumble, but most grown-ups smile.Some are two steps form work, some are a mile.But one thing inside us is always the same –In our spirit there is no place for shame.You can probably see, as you really should,I live in a very strange neighbourhood.Tanya Z, Year 11Apples and tea, Arvon 20112009-2011 <strong>School</strong> Magazine 49
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