Tanvi is an 11 year old student from Melbourne who loves to write. Here is one of her poems which is about Tanvi’s first
day in a new school.
All my things are in a box My clothes, my shoes and all my socks I get my hairbrush and brush my locks Staring into space and cuddling my toy fox
We're moving and that is that I tug my clothes and flip the rug/mat My mom comes in and gives me a pat She says I have a surprise what is that?
I get my things and go outside All the emotions come in like a tide All my friends are there for me to confide I was so happy I almost cried And I burst with pride And then I realised That I had a knot tied Deep, deep inside
A gush of sadness overcame me Realising that they would no longer be with me It was a horrible thing to see And then guilt ran free
My dad squeezed my hand I looked up and had a demand To stay here and Stay on the land
My dad said that I would make new friends Friends till the end Friendships to mend And they would always be my friend
I thought about it, lad It then seemed rad I wrote it in my notepad Maybe it won't be so bad
What do we remember On Remembrance Day? Why do we lay wreaths And hear a bugle play?
This day marks the end Of the First World War; The human race had never seen A war like that before.
On land and sea, and in the air, The conflict raged four years; Millions died, nations fell, Great empires disappeared.
It’s the day to wear a poppy With honour, and with pride, And remember all Australians Who went to war and died.
The Great War ended at the eleventh hour, on the eleventh day, of the eleventh month, 1918. Sadly, two decades later, the world was at war again.
Jack be nimble, Jack be quick, Jack tripped over The candlestick! CRASH! Then he met Jill And went up the hill, It ended in disaster. Jill fell down, Didn’t break her crown, But Jack ended up in plaster.
This fortnight let us honour those who gave the ultimate sacrifice for our country.
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There are songs like Pop goes the weasel And the cow who jumped over the moon A wonderful picture of that on my easel, Then there’s the dish running away with the spoon!
I am woken each day with birds in song It’s often called the dawn chorus Where many of our feathered friends Join a cacophony of sound for us.
When I hear a song from the Beatles I don’t imagine a little beast The Animals, and many others Their singing for me is a feast
Then there are classical pieces Carnival of the animals comes to mind Peter and the Wolf, The baby elephant walk Are legends of a different kind.