Sunrise
Light spread through the darkness,
The sun peaks over the sea,
Light has come to stay.
Thursday, September 3, 2009
limerick poems
Polly
There once was a girl called Polly,
Who never ate anything but a lolly,
Her Mum and her Dad,
Were extremely mad,
And left her alone in a trolley.
There once was a girl called Polly,
Who never ate anything but a lolly,
Her Mum and her Dad,
Were extremely mad,
And left her alone in a trolley.
metaphor poems
Sadness
Sadness is a broken heart
After one close has died,
Consuming a person
With never-ending grief.
Sadness is a spreading grey cloud
Smothering someone in darkness,
Raining upon them forever
Until love is found once again.
Sadness is a broken heart
After one close has died,
Consuming a person
With never-ending grief.
Sadness is a spreading grey cloud
Smothering someone in darkness,
Raining upon them forever
Until love is found once again.
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
"the arrival-by shaun tan" podcast script
The Arrival – Chapter 5
The unfamiliar bird landed carefully on the soil in search of food for his winter collection to feed his expected young in the coming spring. After pecking and rummaging through the surroundings, it satisfied on a small twig of native plant which was lying on the ground. The bird then gracefully flew away in its unknown style grasping the newly collected food in its beak
***
Once again the bird landed, but this time on Erik’s window adding its newly collected food to the small pile in the terracotta pot which was from Erik’s home country and was sitting on the window sill. Erik looked at the paper and began to write with a borrowed fountain pen and ink well. It was a letter to his beloved family far away in his war torn country. It read, “My dear Lillian and Anna, how have you been? This new country is extremely strange with unaccustomed markets and indecipherable languages. Enclosed, I have placed the money I have earned for you both, I hope it will help. Take care of your selves and I hope to see you soon. Lots of love, Erik.” With that, Erik folded the letter into a lucky white crane, slipped in the earned money, sealed the envelope and stamped it with and unusual stamp from his new country.
***
Ping his new soul creature and only friend; followed Erik’s every step as he made his way hesitantly towards post box. After asking for directions, Erik and Ping found the peculiar box. Once Erik had decoded the still overwhelming instructions, he lovingly placed letter through the slot, wondering if the obscure machine would deliver the letter to his anxious, awaiting family.
***
As time passed and the four abnormal seasons occurred, Erik awaited the reply letter from his family that he was longing for.
***
The strange winter of his new country settled over the city covering everything in a beautiful, white blanket unlike his home country where all the winter months brought was bitterly cold weather and a gloomy atmosphere.
***
Finally once winter had passed, on a morning in spring, the bird’s eggs had hatched creating an atmosphere of warmth and love causing Erik to miss his family more and more. He picked up the family portrait which stood on his desk and stared into the depth of his daughter’s and wife’s eyes longing for them to be beside him and together once more.
***
Suddenly, Ping’s eyes sprung open awakening from his murmuring sleep to retrieve a letter that had been delivered downstairs. To Erik’s joy and happiness the letter was from his family. A smile slowly crept across as he read through the letter which explained that his wife and daughter would be arriving that night to join him in their new home. Erik looked through the window wishing that night would engulf him sooner than it felt like in the long days gone past whilst he was living in the new unknown country.
***
Huge clouds rolled above carrying the small box that transported his anxious family through the sky. When it was time, Erik ran through the town centre towards the landing area, yelling at the top of his lungs for his wife and daughter.
***
The strange surrounding animals parted for the box to land and let the passengers step out. At first glance, Lillian and Anna could see nothing but strange terrain and animals but then a familiar shadow caught their eye. With love in their eyes, happiness in their hearts and smiles spreading across their faces, the separated family dropped all belongings and ran to one another and embraced in each other’s arms for what seemed like hours.
***
They were together once more.
Megan Sandeman
The unfamiliar bird landed carefully on the soil in search of food for his winter collection to feed his expected young in the coming spring. After pecking and rummaging through the surroundings, it satisfied on a small twig of native plant which was lying on the ground. The bird then gracefully flew away in its unknown style grasping the newly collected food in its beak
***
Once again the bird landed, but this time on Erik’s window adding its newly collected food to the small pile in the terracotta pot which was from Erik’s home country and was sitting on the window sill. Erik looked at the paper and began to write with a borrowed fountain pen and ink well. It was a letter to his beloved family far away in his war torn country. It read, “My dear Lillian and Anna, how have you been? This new country is extremely strange with unaccustomed markets and indecipherable languages. Enclosed, I have placed the money I have earned for you both, I hope it will help. Take care of your selves and I hope to see you soon. Lots of love, Erik.” With that, Erik folded the letter into a lucky white crane, slipped in the earned money, sealed the envelope and stamped it with and unusual stamp from his new country.
***
Ping his new soul creature and only friend; followed Erik’s every step as he made his way hesitantly towards post box. After asking for directions, Erik and Ping found the peculiar box. Once Erik had decoded the still overwhelming instructions, he lovingly placed letter through the slot, wondering if the obscure machine would deliver the letter to his anxious, awaiting family.
***
As time passed and the four abnormal seasons occurred, Erik awaited the reply letter from his family that he was longing for.
***
The strange winter of his new country settled over the city covering everything in a beautiful, white blanket unlike his home country where all the winter months brought was bitterly cold weather and a gloomy atmosphere.
***
Finally once winter had passed, on a morning in spring, the bird’s eggs had hatched creating an atmosphere of warmth and love causing Erik to miss his family more and more. He picked up the family portrait which stood on his desk and stared into the depth of his daughter’s and wife’s eyes longing for them to be beside him and together once more.
***
Suddenly, Ping’s eyes sprung open awakening from his murmuring sleep to retrieve a letter that had been delivered downstairs. To Erik’s joy and happiness the letter was from his family. A smile slowly crept across as he read through the letter which explained that his wife and daughter would be arriving that night to join him in their new home. Erik looked through the window wishing that night would engulf him sooner than it felt like in the long days gone past whilst he was living in the new unknown country.
***
Huge clouds rolled above carrying the small box that transported his anxious family through the sky. When it was time, Erik ran through the town centre towards the landing area, yelling at the top of his lungs for his wife and daughter.
***
The strange surrounding animals parted for the box to land and let the passengers step out. At first glance, Lillian and Anna could see nothing but strange terrain and animals but then a familiar shadow caught their eye. With love in their eyes, happiness in their hearts and smiles spreading across their faces, the separated family dropped all belongings and ran to one another and embraced in each other’s arms for what seemed like hours.
***
They were together once more.
Megan Sandeman
my short story - "where to now brother?"
The sun shone brightly in the cobalt blue, Somalian sky. The blaring music rapped through the shimmering heat haze as the diesel rumble of badly maintained Rebel trucks grew increasingly louder. South of Mogadishu, the remote coastal village, had been nervously expecting the Rebel soldiers for some time. As a truck appeared over the sandy rise, the Rebel General could be heard bellowing instructions.
“Go, go! Get them! I want every boy child here!”
The Rebel soldiers piled out of the smoking trucks - guns and machetes in hand. Choking, yet still yelling war and death, the Rebel soldiers spilled into the frightened village. Babies and mothers’ screams rented the thick, hot air as the young were torn from their mothers.
“This way Sam...we need to get out of here,” Nahval whispered to his brother. The two brothers crept breathlessly from their hiding place in the lush, green undergrowth.
“Hurry up! We don’t have much time,” Nahval hissed fiercely, as the brothers moved towards the cool beach.
“Ok! I’m coming. Remember I’m only…,” Samaira froze, a look of abject terror crossing his face.
“What’s wrong...?” Nahval asked with anxious annoyance. Nahval turned around slowly to find what he had been dreading.
“Come here, boy!” commanded the reeking, overweight Rebel general. As he spoke, his bellowing mouth revealed rotting, broken teeth in grey, spongy gums.
The soldiers grabbed the shaking boys effortlessly and tossed them carelessly into the back of the spewing, spluttering truck.
Nahval shook in terror, as the Rebel leader lumbered off in search of more boys.
“We are going to become boy soldiers,” he whispered to Samaira, trying to break the news gently.
“What will we do? How will we escape?” Samaira begged trustingly.
Nahval had no plan of escape with which to comfort his younger brother.
“…….We’ll think of something.” Nahval replied unconvincingly, looking around the rusting truck.
The boys sat in scared silence for what seemed like hours. The noise of the frightened children wrenched from their homes grew louder and more wretched with every additional body piled into the truck’s makeshift cage.
‘Ah!..I have it!” Nahval whispered triumphantly. “Come and listen carefully brothers! When the truck’s engine’s start to mutter, we will rock our bodies together until the cage begins to move towards the back of the truck. As the truck gathers speed, we will rock faster and nudge the cage off the back of the truck. It will all be in the timing! Beware the Rebels’ guns and only go when I tell you to. Wait until the soldiers are smoking their cigarettes before we rock the cage,” he implored.
Finally the raid came to an end. Sweating rebels clambered back into the truck and its engine roared to life.
Nahval yelled “Now!’ and the boys began to rock and squirm in their wooden prison.
The more the boys heaved against the wooden bars, the more the structure shifted. Slowly, grindingly the cage slid towards the back of the truck.
One last heave. A deafening thump.
The wooden bars of the cage splintered as it fell from the truck. Struggling to break free from the cage, the small boys ran deftly towards the beach and the cool breeze. Each panting footstep moving them closer to their longed for escape.
As the brothers reached the undergrowth at the edge of the beach, the weathered tip of a villager’s outrigger canoe was peeking from the bushes. The small hands grabbed at its end and manoeuvred it out into the lapping water of the lagoon.
“I’ll push. You guide. Wait for my signal before you start to paddle,” Nahval firmly instructed the younger boy.
“Were they really going to escape?” Nahval wondered with heart pounding.
The trembling brothers paddled shakily out into the ocean... not knowing where to go... but relieved to have escaped the shouting, stinking Rebel soldiers.
“I am glad we’ve escaped, Nahval, but where are we to go now?” asked Samaira.
Nahval replied, “to freedom my brother, to freedom.”
Megan Sandeman
“Go, go! Get them! I want every boy child here!”
The Rebel soldiers piled out of the smoking trucks - guns and machetes in hand. Choking, yet still yelling war and death, the Rebel soldiers spilled into the frightened village. Babies and mothers’ screams rented the thick, hot air as the young were torn from their mothers.
“This way Sam...we need to get out of here,” Nahval whispered to his brother. The two brothers crept breathlessly from their hiding place in the lush, green undergrowth.
“Hurry up! We don’t have much time,” Nahval hissed fiercely, as the brothers moved towards the cool beach.
“Ok! I’m coming. Remember I’m only…,” Samaira froze, a look of abject terror crossing his face.
“What’s wrong...?” Nahval asked with anxious annoyance. Nahval turned around slowly to find what he had been dreading.
“Come here, boy!” commanded the reeking, overweight Rebel general. As he spoke, his bellowing mouth revealed rotting, broken teeth in grey, spongy gums.
The soldiers grabbed the shaking boys effortlessly and tossed them carelessly into the back of the spewing, spluttering truck.
Nahval shook in terror, as the Rebel leader lumbered off in search of more boys.
“We are going to become boy soldiers,” he whispered to Samaira, trying to break the news gently.
“What will we do? How will we escape?” Samaira begged trustingly.
Nahval had no plan of escape with which to comfort his younger brother.
“…….We’ll think of something.” Nahval replied unconvincingly, looking around the rusting truck.
The boys sat in scared silence for what seemed like hours. The noise of the frightened children wrenched from their homes grew louder and more wretched with every additional body piled into the truck’s makeshift cage.
‘Ah!..I have it!” Nahval whispered triumphantly. “Come and listen carefully brothers! When the truck’s engine’s start to mutter, we will rock our bodies together until the cage begins to move towards the back of the truck. As the truck gathers speed, we will rock faster and nudge the cage off the back of the truck. It will all be in the timing! Beware the Rebels’ guns and only go when I tell you to. Wait until the soldiers are smoking their cigarettes before we rock the cage,” he implored.
Finally the raid came to an end. Sweating rebels clambered back into the truck and its engine roared to life.
Nahval yelled “Now!’ and the boys began to rock and squirm in their wooden prison.
The more the boys heaved against the wooden bars, the more the structure shifted. Slowly, grindingly the cage slid towards the back of the truck.
One last heave. A deafening thump.
The wooden bars of the cage splintered as it fell from the truck. Struggling to break free from the cage, the small boys ran deftly towards the beach and the cool breeze. Each panting footstep moving them closer to their longed for escape.
As the brothers reached the undergrowth at the edge of the beach, the weathered tip of a villager’s outrigger canoe was peeking from the bushes. The small hands grabbed at its end and manoeuvred it out into the lapping water of the lagoon.
“I’ll push. You guide. Wait for my signal before you start to paddle,” Nahval firmly instructed the younger boy.
“Were they really going to escape?” Nahval wondered with heart pounding.
The trembling brothers paddled shakily out into the ocean... not knowing where to go... but relieved to have escaped the shouting, stinking Rebel soldiers.
“I am glad we’ve escaped, Nahval, but where are we to go now?” asked Samaira.
Nahval replied, “to freedom my brother, to freedom.”
Megan Sandeman
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
about this blog....
Hey everyone,
This blog is my english blog and contains some of the work I have done for english so far.
Please comment on my work so that I can get some feed-back.
I hope you enjoy reading my blog!
Meg
This blog is my english blog and contains some of the work I have done for english so far.
Please comment on my work so that I can get some feed-back.
I hope you enjoy reading my blog!
Meg
