Sleep
It was the voice of the candle that whispered
It’s needles prodding at my sleep-ridden eyes
And the clock chimed in alarment
On his face was written surprise
But the covers weighed me down and held me to my post
It was a fluffy brute of a thing
It whispered directions th the land of sleep
Until I swore the raindrops could sing
And to their alien lullaby I drifted: lost
A neddle in a haystack, a ghost.
Joseph (Year 12)
It was the voice of the candle that whispered
It’s needles prodding at my sleep-ridden eyes
And the clock chimed in alarment
On his face was written surprise
But the covers weighed me down and held me to my post
It was a fluffy brute of a thing
It whispered directions th the land of sleep
Until I swore the raindrops could sing
And to their alien lullaby I drifted: lost
A neddle in a haystack, a ghost.
Joseph (Year 12)
Māori Language Week 11th - 15th September 2017
"I don't remember the title but the cover was yellow?" |
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This week's book display by Mrs Smith was very eye-catching. Librarians would smile, as we get asked versions of this question quite often. It was really surprising just how many yellow books we could find, but did not use!
Halloween display by Miss Gamil Tuesday, 31st October 2017.