Foundation Magazine 2021-2022 | Mount Kelly
Create successful ePaper yourself
Turn your PDF publications into a flip-book with our unique Google optimized e-Paper software.
ACADEMICS<br />
PUPIL WRITING PREP<br />
ARCHIE PENNINGTON, YEAR 8<br />
WHAT HAVE WE DONE?<br />
Environment - The surroundings or conditions in which a<br />
person, animal, or plant lives or operates.<br />
The zephyr of the sea’s wrath converges with my freckled skin,<br />
I feel the potential strength and tenderness in its comforting<br />
grip.<br />
Waves churning,<br />
Gulls caterwauling,<br />
The puffing and blowing of the clouds give the ocean a mind<br />
of its own;<br />
Enigmatic yet routine.<br />
Normal.<br />
There is a hubbub of chatter and gaiety of children’s laughter<br />
filling me with joy,<br />
I am cherishing every moment in this ethereal place.<br />
Continuing along the coastline trail,<br />
The terrain is rough,<br />
Uneven.<br />
I spot a mud-stained, blue surgical mask,<br />
Enmeshed into the gorse.<br />
I stop and stare.<br />
My care-free walk has been interrupted by the selfishness of<br />
mankind.<br />
Slowly but surely, I ease out the elastic and untangle the<br />
neglected mask from the bush,<br />
Disgusted by the contempt for our home.<br />
Are the world’s two biggest crisis joined perfectly together<br />
through this one act of thoughtlessness?<br />
My anger subsides and logic kicks in.<br />
Maybe it just fell out of the pocket unintentionally?<br />
As the waves dance up the beach,<br />
My thoughts sooth and my calmness resurfaces.<br />
The weathered, granite steps coil down the dilapidated cliff,<br />
Fading away into the crisp, golden sand.<br />
I adore the endearing crunch, breaking through the crust with<br />
each rapturous step.<br />
Dogs barking frolicsomely, balls whizzing by valiantly,<br />
This is the place to be.<br />
But once again I am bothered.<br />
A bright yellow tennis balls rolls up to my booted foot,<br />
Picking up grains of shell-laden sand with every turn.<br />
I bend to pick it up; to throw it back to the beach cricketers.<br />
But my eye catches something,<br />
A tiny ball of pink, plastic pollution sits blinking at me from the<br />
sand.<br />
But it is not alone. The more I look, the more I see.<br />
Like out-of-place stars blanketing the night sky.<br />
Too many to count, too many to pick up,<br />
This is not an unintentional accident!<br />
How do we fix this?<br />
What have we done?<br />
ROTARY YOUNG WRITER COMPETITION<br />
Following the first heat of the competition, we are thrilled that once again we have entries going through to the regionals.<br />
There were some excellent pieces submitted; however, the entries of Year 8 pupils, Archie Pennington and Amalie Cornelius-<br />
Mercer, on the theme of environment, surpassed their peers and impressed the judges. They were both of a very high quality,<br />
yet differ vastly in their focus and form. Read on to be impressed!<br />
AMALIE CORNELIUS-MERCER, YEAR 8<br />
ENVIRONMENT<br />
Dear alien,<br />
You asked me in your last letter to explain the wonders and<br />
beauty of our world, so I shall.<br />
There is gorgeous green grass, like a jewel shining in the sun.<br />
There are trees, tall and confident, like a headmaster of a school.<br />
There are leaves as well small little things of all shapes and<br />
sizes, and different colours as well.<br />
There are gushing rivers, like a stream of tears when you are<br />
peeling an onion.<br />
There are also mountain ranges, giant rocks that stand high and<br />
proud while the snow gently drifts<br />
down form the sky.<br />
Some people down here on earth like to fight about our planet<br />
though, people believe we are ruining the<br />
world with technology like yours.<br />
They believe something called “green house gases” are<br />
destroying our world and all the creatures with it.<br />
They talk about it on the TV sometimes, but you might know it<br />
as a television.<br />
Sometimes I will just sit and look at the bright green fields that<br />
lie outside my window.<br />
Often, I will wake up and go for a nice walk along the moor.<br />
Occasionally I will see horses and their young. They gallop next<br />
to me when I walk, like my very own<br />
guardian spirit animals.<br />
A strange feeling of being home alone fills you. You feel like you<br />
are at home, yet you feel alone within<br />
your sanctuary.<br />
But you can’t experience the true wild with someone else.<br />
It feels wrong almost, as if you are supposed to be alone so the<br />
wilderness can suck the rest of you up<br />
without a witness.<br />
As if they are the rules of the wild, come alone. You are allowed<br />
no friends in this sacred place. For once<br />
you come, you never truly leave.<br />
They say when the wild is finished with you, your flesh and<br />
bones become that of a tree.<br />
You grow until you are done growing, and you stay there.<br />
Forever.<br />
Until the wild is done with you once more. You visit the wild,<br />
you must pay.<br />
Like an amusement park, no free entry. They also say that the<br />
roots that stick out of the ground, are the angry veins of the soul<br />
stuck within the ancient<br />
wood.<br />
The wild is a good place. The wild is my home, no one can take<br />
that away from me; the animals are my family, the trees are my<br />
wisdom, the ground is my sanity.<br />
The wild is my home.<br />
I hope you feel the same as me, like the wild is your home.<br />
Yours truly,<br />
The environment.<br />
ACADEMICS<br />
The birds fly high above us, their long, feathered wings slicing<br />
through the air either side of them.<br />
Their excited chirps float to my ears via the calm, flowing wind.<br />
Sometimes in the wild, you feel your soul drift away with the<br />
breeze.<br />
28 | THE FOUNDATION 21-22 THE FOUNDATION 21-22 | 29