We wrote poems based on Sujatta Bhatt's Search for my tongue.
What’s wrong with my tongue.
I’m a prisoner of my tongue,
That I can’t control.
Maybe if my tongue was gone
Then I might have a higher chance of parole.
Words come out of my mouth not knowing if it could hurt somebody.
Fell free to roll your tongue at me.
It’s not my fault, that’s my tongue's habit.
By David
Thursday, June 11, 2009
Search for my tongue - John Stowers
We wrote poems based on Sujatta Bhatt's Search for my tongue.
My Tongue
My tongue is a useful sword
I try to say good things but there not worthy of the lord
I try to stop but it is belated
Out comes your dad's head looks inflated
Now I can’t take those words back
That’s how powerful a tongue is and that’s a fact
I have made a beautiful girl cry
If I can’t take it back I might as well die!
By John Stowers
My Tongue
My tongue is a useful sword
I try to say good things but there not worthy of the lord
I try to stop but it is belated
Out comes your dad's head looks inflated
Now I can’t take those words back
That’s how powerful a tongue is and that’s a fact
I have made a beautiful girl cry
If I can’t take it back I might as well die!
By John Stowers
Search for my tongue
We wrote poems inspired by Sujatta Bhatt's Search for my tongue
Finding my tongue
Is like my tongue is running away
It would take me
Minutes, hours, or a day
Searching for my tongue
Is like searching for my main languages
And eating with with no taste of sandwiches
My tongue feeling lonely and sad
I’m going to replace it
And it is going to get mad.
Stranz
Finding my tongue
Is like my tongue is running away
It would take me
Minutes, hours, or a day
Searching for my tongue
Is like searching for my main languages
And eating with with no taste of sandwiches
My tongue feeling lonely and sad
I’m going to replace it
And it is going to get mad.
Stranz
Search for my tongue
10 TFe are studying spoken word poetry. As part of this, we are looking at a range of poems that have been written to perform. We watched the poem Search for my Tongue and discussed the imagery used in it to convey the feeling of someone losing their language. The video is from the BBC website, as this poem is taught as part of the GSCE course in the UK.
We used the following poem by Sujatta Bhatt as inspiration for our own poems with the same title.
Click here to watch the animation.
Here is a copy of the text.
Sunday, May 17, 2009
Year 11 Sonnets
Sonnet 3
It was a hot summers day when I caught his eye
He was standing there with his charming smile.
He looked back at me and started to cry
Because he realised that I was soon to die.
Without his love where would I be?
I wouldn’t be able to stand alone
His diets, his training, his low cheap fee
He says I’m not fat it’s my big bones.
I tried to go for a run
But my heart stopped me
He made me think that this would be fun
But I think he dies literally.
He made me change all of my moods
But then I realised I’m in love with a lot of foods.
Charlee McQuade
It was a hot summers day when I caught his eye
He was standing there with his charming smile.
He looked back at me and started to cry
Because he realised that I was soon to die.
Without his love where would I be?
I wouldn’t be able to stand alone
His diets, his training, his low cheap fee
He says I’m not fat it’s my big bones.
I tried to go for a run
But my heart stopped me
He made me think that this would be fun
But I think he dies literally.
He made me change all of my moods
But then I realised I’m in love with a lot of foods.
Charlee McQuade
Year 11 Sonnets
Deaf White Cat
Her eyes shine bright with coldness and sunlight
No sound can be heard by her soft white ear
She roams the street with wet white paws at night
Silence surrounds her with nothing to fear
Her coat of fur is as white as the snow
Its meow is not a roar nor a squeak
Now where is her owner? She does not know.
Her delicate paws allow her to sneak.
She sits on the road not knowing the danger
Such beautiful eyes, ice blue and thick gold
Fed a lot by a kind-hearted stranger
No one will know if she is young or old
Her fur is so matted, she is not tamed
Here’s an idea, let’s call her no name.
Jamillah Falanitule
Her eyes shine bright with coldness and sunlight
No sound can be heard by her soft white ear
She roams the street with wet white paws at night
Silence surrounds her with nothing to fear
Her coat of fur is as white as the snow
Its meow is not a roar nor a squeak
Now where is her owner? She does not know.
Her delicate paws allow her to sneak.
She sits on the road not knowing the danger
Such beautiful eyes, ice blue and thick gold
Fed a lot by a kind-hearted stranger
No one will know if she is young or old
Her fur is so matted, she is not tamed
Here’s an idea, let’s call her no name.
Jamillah Falanitule
Year 11 Sonnets
Sonnet
Look at her hair blowing finely in the wind
She stands as a goddess, so strong and bold
Staring back at me with her eyes so thin
Giving me a chill, leaving my heart so cold.
Her charming smile so sweet to me
Her alarming laugh is like a little girl
It is a shame that she doesn’t notice me
I wish she would look at me with her beautiful pearls.
As she passes by she leaves back her secret
I take one look but no response from her
I want to have her by ourselves in a tent
When we’re in class I see she’s “duh”
But then I realise that this is not love
My true one will be sent from above.
Shalom Ngaro
Look at her hair blowing finely in the wind
She stands as a goddess, so strong and bold
Staring back at me with her eyes so thin
Giving me a chill, leaving my heart so cold.
Her charming smile so sweet to me
Her alarming laugh is like a little girl
It is a shame that she doesn’t notice me
I wish she would look at me with her beautiful pearls.
As she passes by she leaves back her secret
I take one look but no response from her
I want to have her by ourselves in a tent
When we’re in class I see she’s “duh”
But then I realise that this is not love
My true one will be sent from above.
Shalom Ngaro
Year 11 Sonnets
Alvina’s Sonnet
I love you, although it’s hard to show
When you are gone my heart is so weary
You are there when I am cold and low
I love you even if you are hairy
You feel so soft almost like a pillow
You grow on me like apples grow on trees
Without me in your life you are hollow
But as summer comes I wish to be free
From your clinginess towards my body.
I know someday I would get so lonely
And if I see you in the town lobby
Wrapped around another, I’ll cry loudly
Because winter returns so very quick
Oh my jersey, you make me look so slick.
Alvina Pau’uvale
I love you, although it’s hard to show
When you are gone my heart is so weary
You are there when I am cold and low
I love you even if you are hairy
You feel so soft almost like a pillow
You grow on me like apples grow on trees
Without me in your life you are hollow
But as summer comes I wish to be free
From your clinginess towards my body.
I know someday I would get so lonely
And if I see you in the town lobby
Wrapped around another, I’ll cry loudly
Because winter returns so very quick
Oh my jersey, you make me look so slick.
Alvina Pau’uvale
Year 11 Sonnets
Nature
Over the horizon I see the sun
Slowly setting into a sea of pink
I slowly deliberate if I run
If it only began to slowly sink
I am enamoured by nature’s soft sounds
How it is a never ending score to my life
Birds chirp the most beautiful sweet sounds
But reality cuts like a knife.
It is around like a rush of sweet air
Like a piece of furniture or green trees.
But seemingly it doesn’t seem like it’s clear
And it frees me into the still breeze
Of the still, dull, sombre night.
Marama Vea
Over the horizon I see the sun
Slowly setting into a sea of pink
I slowly deliberate if I run
If it only began to slowly sink
I am enamoured by nature’s soft sounds
How it is a never ending score to my life
Birds chirp the most beautiful sweet sounds
But reality cuts like a knife.
It is around like a rush of sweet air
Like a piece of furniture or green trees.
But seemingly it doesn’t seem like it’s clear
And it frees me into the still breeze
Of the still, dull, sombre night.
Marama Vea
Year 11 Sonnets
Sonnet 2
I thought what we had was unbreakable,
Love so strong it couldn’t be broken.
Like the kind in the stories and fairytales
Both written and spoken.
Our love was like the ocean which goes down deep
I don’t think I’ve ever felt so down and blue
Our love was like a rose, whose beauty you wanted to keep
The love that could only be shared by you.
I thought we couldn’t live a life together
With a long never ending love for each other
But when you said it wouldn’t be forever
I just couldn’t replace you with any other.
So why did you go and throw my love away?
Why couldn’t you just keep it and stay?
I thought what we had was unbreakable,
Love so strong it couldn’t be broken.
Like the kind in the stories and fairytales
Both written and spoken.
Our love was like the ocean which goes down deep
I don’t think I’ve ever felt so down and blue
Our love was like a rose, whose beauty you wanted to keep
The love that could only be shared by you.
I thought we couldn’t live a life together
With a long never ending love for each other
But when you said it wouldn’t be forever
I just couldn’t replace you with any other.
So why did you go and throw my love away?
Why couldn’t you just keep it and stay?
Year 11 Sonnets
Sonnet 1
The dreadful awakenings in the morning
The repeating days just seem to go by
The piercing light comes on without warning
Sometimes, I just wish those days would all die.
Planning to fail, failing to plan
Forgetting about the long boring notes
The passing of time seems to hurt my hand
The burning ashes of work, seems to float
Without a collar, without any life
So, what is the difference after all?
Without this he’ll have no job, no life.
The teachers, the seem to be appalled
Sometimes I’ll be away day dreaming
Damn it! Wake up! It’s the dead school screaming.
The dreadful awakenings in the morning
The repeating days just seem to go by
The piercing light comes on without warning
Sometimes, I just wish those days would all die.
Planning to fail, failing to plan
Forgetting about the long boring notes
The passing of time seems to hurt my hand
The burning ashes of work, seems to float
Without a collar, without any life
So, what is the difference after all?
Without this he’ll have no job, no life.
The teachers, the seem to be appalled
Sometimes I’ll be away day dreaming
Damn it! Wake up! It’s the dead school screaming.
Year 11 Sonnets
Tonga’s Sonnet
The changing face of the moon
Reminds me of our love
It floats away like a balloon
Then flies back to me like a dove.
Like the disguised meaning of lyrics in a song,
Or the things that humans cannot see
My love for you will live for long
And forever will grow like a tree.
Like the speckles of light when dawn is breaking,
Your beauty and mystique can’t be described.
And although my heart seems to be aching,
I will survive on the love you’ve prescribed.
I give you my heart as you have given yours.
Together we shall walk through heaven’s doors.
Tonga Tukia
The changing face of the moon
Reminds me of our love
It floats away like a balloon
Then flies back to me like a dove.
Like the disguised meaning of lyrics in a song,
Or the things that humans cannot see
My love for you will live for long
And forever will grow like a tree.
Like the speckles of light when dawn is breaking,
Your beauty and mystique can’t be described.
And although my heart seems to be aching,
I will survive on the love you’ve prescribed.
I give you my heart as you have given yours.
Together we shall walk through heaven’s doors.
Tonga Tukia
Year 11 Sonnets
James’ Sonnet
The reason no one will find the feelings
that I cannot hide, down deeply inside,
Was your eyes. Showed forever appealing,
When the moment I saw your tears, my bride.
Could never forget that late September
I’ve seen you before, I wasn’t so sure.
You were the cold one now I remember,
Alone, you look at skies, showing love is pure
I see love; it is patient and is kind
Our love passes by. Peaceful and delight
It’s like the wind; you feel it but is blind.
Our love is rare, brighter than the day light
We see, we walk into the bright beam shine
I want you; love you, because you are mine
James Matavao
The reason no one will find the feelings
that I cannot hide, down deeply inside,
Was your eyes. Showed forever appealing,
When the moment I saw your tears, my bride.
Could never forget that late September
I’ve seen you before, I wasn’t so sure.
You were the cold one now I remember,
Alone, you look at skies, showing love is pure
I see love; it is patient and is kind
Our love passes by. Peaceful and delight
It’s like the wind; you feel it but is blind.
Our love is rare, brighter than the day light
We see, we walk into the bright beam shine
I want you; love you, because you are mine
James Matavao
Year 11 Sonnets
Yes
The black starry sky sheds vague little light
The cold crisp air caresses her rosy cheeks
But before her was an awesome sight
He had been thinking, planning all week.
Rose petals, hundreds, covering the ground
And 300 candles, one for each day
300 days since their love had been found
They both knew each other is their own fate.
Her heart was beating eccentrically fast
He took out a small, velour black square
She and him knew that forever they would last
He smiled at her, all she did was stare
He slowly got down onto his left knee
Parted his lips and said “Baby, marry me?”
Emilou Hohaia
The black starry sky sheds vague little light
The cold crisp air caresses her rosy cheeks
But before her was an awesome sight
He had been thinking, planning all week.
Rose petals, hundreds, covering the ground
And 300 candles, one for each day
300 days since their love had been found
They both knew each other is their own fate.
Her heart was beating eccentrically fast
He took out a small, velour black square
She and him knew that forever they would last
He smiled at her, all she did was stare
He slowly got down onto his left knee
Parted his lips and said “Baby, marry me?”
Emilou Hohaia
Year 11 Sonnets
Ashleigh’s Sonnet
I thought what we had was true
But then you went and proved me wrong
And left me feeling ever so blue
Replaying every depressing love song.
I really want to hurt you and make you pay
But even if I did it wouldn’t change a thing
Because you’re like a Leopard, you will stay the same way
And there you go off again, having another fling.
Your name makes my face blank and makes my heart sink
I hope every night as you sleep, you have nightmares
But karma will get you, so take a moment have a think
And when you see my face and it gives you a scare
‘cos this should remind you , your useless and insecure
And to your sickness, there is no cure.
Asheligh Vilione-Palalangi
I thought what we had was true
But then you went and proved me wrong
And left me feeling ever so blue
Replaying every depressing love song.
I really want to hurt you and make you pay
But even if I did it wouldn’t change a thing
Because you’re like a Leopard, you will stay the same way
And there you go off again, having another fling.
Your name makes my face blank and makes my heart sink
I hope every night as you sleep, you have nightmares
But karma will get you, so take a moment have a think
And when you see my face and it gives you a scare
‘cos this should remind you , your useless and insecure
And to your sickness, there is no cure.
Asheligh Vilione-Palalangi
Year 11 Sonnets
As part of our study of poems, our class has been studying sonnets and we have come up with our own. We are studying poetry because it is part of our reading assessment and is helping us learn how to read poetry for our external exam at the end of the year. We read My mistress’s eyes by William Shakespeare and XLIII by Elizabeth Barret Browning from her series Sonnets from the Portuguese.
While the sonnet traditionally follows a strict rhythm or 10 syllables per line (iambic pentameter), some students chose to only follow the rhyme scheme- ABAB CDCD EFEF GG. We were able to choose our topics.
My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun (Sonnet 130)
by William Shakespeare
My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips' red;
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damasked, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound;
I grant I never saw a goddess go;
My mistress when she walks treads on the ground.
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare.
XLIII
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday's
Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints,--I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life!--and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.
-From Sonnets from the Portuguese,
Elizabeth Barret Browning (1806-1861)
While the sonnet traditionally follows a strict rhythm or 10 syllables per line (iambic pentameter), some students chose to only follow the rhyme scheme- ABAB CDCD EFEF GG. We were able to choose our topics.
My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun (Sonnet 130)
by William Shakespeare
My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips' red;
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damasked, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound;
I grant I never saw a goddess go;
My mistress when she walks treads on the ground.
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare.
XLIII
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday's
Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints,--I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life!--and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.
-From Sonnets from the Portuguese,
Elizabeth Barret Browning (1806-1861)
Thursday, April 9, 2009
Year 11 Novel Study - The Outsiders - Johnny Cade
As part of our novel study of The Outsiders, groups of students prepared seminars on various characters. They had had to write a script and prepare their presentation in three hours. This was not for assessment purposes, but will help inform their essay writing for the external exams.
Here is the presentation for the Johnny Cade character...
Here is the presentation for the Johnny Cade character...
Thomas Cade presentation
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Tuesday, April 7, 2009
Year 11 Novel Study - The Outsiders - Shalom
As part of our novel study of The Outsiders, groups of students prepared seminars on various characters. They had had to write a script and prepare their presentation in three hours. This was not for assessment purposes, but will help inform their essay writing for the external exams.
Year 11 Novel Study - The Outsiders - Nga
As part of our novel study of The Outsiders, groups of students prepared seminars on various characters. They had had to write a script and prepare their presentation in three hours. This was not for assessment purposes, but will help inform their essay writing for the external exams.
Year 11 Novel Study - The Outsiders - James
As part of our novel study of The Outsiders, groups of students prepared seminars on various characters. They had had to write a script and prepare their presentation in three hours. This was not for assessment purposes, but will help inform their essay writing for the external exams.
Year 11 Novel Study - The Outsiders - Helena
As part of our novel study of The Outsiders, groups of students prepared seminars on various characters. They had had to write a script and prepare their presentation in three hours. This was not for assessment purposes, but will help inform their essay writing for the external exams.
Year 11 Novel Study - The Outsiders - CJ
As part of our novel study of The Outsiders, groups of students prepared seminars on various characters. They had had to write a script and prepare their presentation in three hours. This was not for assessment purposes, but will help inform their essay writing for the external exams.
Monday, April 6, 2009
Year 10 Visual Task on the Plague... Kolotita Manu
Glen Innes Friday Night
It’s cold and freezing
I’m lying in bed
Thinking of what I had done
Knowing that it was wrong.
It’s cold and freezing
I’m lying in bed
Thinking of what I had done
Knowing that it was wrong.
Year 10 Poetry - Porirua Friday Night - Julia Popi
Glen Innes Friday Night
It’s dark in GI
And there’s no one to find
On Friday nights
They party all night
People are drunk
From drinking too much
I think she’s in love
With herself for being alone.
She laughs really quiet and talks to herself.
Cars driving by make lots of noise.
It’s dark in GI
And there’s no one to find
On Friday nights
They party all night
People are drunk
From drinking too much
I think she’s in love
With herself for being alone.
She laughs really quiet and talks to herself.
Cars driving by make lots of noise.
Year 10 Poetry - Porirua Friday Night - David Lolohea
Glenn Innes Friday Night
As Thursday finishes
Friday nights begin.
Party spirits are huge.
Girls makeup with boys and other guys
Suddenly the cops arrive
Violence hits the maximum
Family members visit the hospital the very next day.
As Thursday finishes
Friday nights begin.
Party spirits are huge.
Girls makeup with boys and other guys
Suddenly the cops arrive
Violence hits the maximum
Family members visit the hospital the very next day.
Sunday, April 5, 2009
Year 10 Poetry - Porirua Friday Night
10 TFe read Porirua Friday Night by New Zealand performance poet Sam Hunt. We then wrote our own poems about Friday nights where we lived.
Here is the original poem...
Porirua Friday Night
Acne blossoms scarlet on their cheeks,
These kids up Prirua East…
Pinned across this young girl’s breast
A name tag on a supermarket badge;
A city-sky blue smock.
Her face unclenches like a fist.
Fourteen when I met her firat
A year ago, she’s now left school,
Going with the boy
She hopes will marry her next year.
I asked her if she found it hard
Working in the store these Friday nights
When friends are on the town.
She never heard:
But went on, rather, talking of
The house her man had put
A first deposit on
And what it’s like to be in love.
Sam Hunt
Here is the original poem...
Porirua Friday Night
Acne blossoms scarlet on their cheeks,
These kids up Prirua East…
Pinned across this young girl’s breast
A name tag on a supermarket badge;
A city-sky blue smock.
Her face unclenches like a fist.
Fourteen when I met her firat
A year ago, she’s now left school,
Going with the boy
She hopes will marry her next year.
I asked her if she found it hard
Working in the store these Friday nights
When friends are on the town.
She never heard:
But went on, rather, talking of
The house her man had put
A first deposit on
And what it’s like to be in love.
Sam Hunt
Year 10 Visual Task on the Plague... Stranz
During our study of the plague the students were required to complete a visual task. The students were given a range of options. These included public health posters , medicine bottles and newspaper covers. Here are some of their creations.
Year 10 Visual Task on the Plague... Kolotita
During our study of the plague the students were required to complete a visual task. The students were given a range of options. These included public health posters , medicine bottles and newspaper covers. Here are some of their creations.
Year 10 Visual Task on the Plague... Jonathan
During our study of the plague the students were required to complete a visual task. The students were given a range of options. These included public health posters , medicine bottles and newspaper covers. Here are some of their creations.
Year 10 Visual Task on the Plague... Deborah
During our study of the plague the students were required to complete a visual task. The students were given a range of options. These included public health posters , medicine bottles and newspaper covers. Here are some of their creations...
Friday, April 3, 2009
Year 10 Creative Writing about the Plague - Eulogies
During our study of the Plague in English class, we looked at different types of writing. We discussed eulogies- speeches to be used at funerals. The students wrote eulogies for imaginary friends or family members. Here are some samples of the work we did.
Chris...
We are gathered here today in sadness and in respect of the death of Viliami Vuna Stowers. To be honest, there is nothing in this world that could describe my dear brother Viliami. Viliami was a person who didn’t like going out but instead he liked staying home with my mum and dad.
In the books of Matthew chapter 7 verse 1 to 3 say’s “Judge not, that you be not judge. For with what judgement you judge, you will be judged; and with the measure you use, it will be measured back to you. And why do you look at the speck in your brother’s eye, but do not consider the plank in your eye.”
This verse was Viliami’s favourite bible verse. Viliami was a very bright delightful young man. One day he came up to me and said "If I die, would you care?” Taking those words in was very emotional.
Just a moment before the day he passed away, he said to me "Would you?” I started to tell him how much I would care if he died but I didn't have the chance to, he was gone.
The doctors discovered why he past away. They discovered that Viliami had a flu called the bubonic plague, also known as the black death.
The bubonic plague is an infection of the lymphatic system, usually resulting from the bite of an infected flea. The fleas are often found on rodents, such as rats, and seek out other prey when their rodent hosts die. Once established, bacteria rapidly spread to the lymph nodes and multiply. Yesinia pestis can resist phagocytosis and even reproduce inside phagocytes and kill them.
My last words to my brother is ”May the road rise up to meet you, may the wind be ever at your back. May the sun shine warm upon your face and the rain fall softly on your fields. And until we meet again, may God hold you in the hollow of his hand.”
Rest in Peace...
Siua ...
Speech
I remember when me and Strance were little kids we use to play pranks on everyone but he used to love my mum. He honestly fell in love with her. It was funny because he fell in love with a old lady. Now that my best friend Strance is gone I don’t know what to do I miss you Strance but we will see each other soon enough.
BIBLE VERSE-JOHN 11:25,26
WHO EVER BELIEVES IN JESUS CHRIST SHALL NOT DIE BUT HAVE EVER LASTING LIFE
SONG – AMAZING GRACE
Chris...
We are gathered here today in sadness and in respect of the death of Viliami Vuna Stowers. To be honest, there is nothing in this world that could describe my dear brother Viliami. Viliami was a person who didn’t like going out but instead he liked staying home with my mum and dad.
In the books of Matthew chapter 7 verse 1 to 3 say’s “Judge not, that you be not judge. For with what judgement you judge, you will be judged; and with the measure you use, it will be measured back to you. And why do you look at the speck in your brother’s eye, but do not consider the plank in your eye.”
This verse was Viliami’s favourite bible verse. Viliami was a very bright delightful young man. One day he came up to me and said "If I die, would you care?” Taking those words in was very emotional.
Just a moment before the day he passed away, he said to me "Would you?” I started to tell him how much I would care if he died but I didn't have the chance to, he was gone.
The doctors discovered why he past away. They discovered that Viliami had a flu called the bubonic plague, also known as the black death.
The bubonic plague is an infection of the lymphatic system, usually resulting from the bite of an infected flea. The fleas are often found on rodents, such as rats, and seek out other prey when their rodent hosts die. Once established, bacteria rapidly spread to the lymph nodes and multiply. Yesinia pestis can resist phagocytosis and even reproduce inside phagocytes and kill them.
My last words to my brother is ”May the road rise up to meet you, may the wind be ever at your back. May the sun shine warm upon your face and the rain fall softly on your fields. And until we meet again, may God hold you in the hollow of his hand.”
Rest in Peace...
Siua ...
Speech
I remember when me and Strance were little kids we use to play pranks on everyone but he used to love my mum. He honestly fell in love with her. It was funny because he fell in love with a old lady. Now that my best friend Strance is gone I don’t know what to do I miss you Strance but we will see each other soon enough.
BIBLE VERSE-JOHN 11:25,26
WHO EVER BELIEVES IN JESUS CHRIST SHALL NOT DIE BUT HAVE EVER LASTING LIFE
SONG – AMAZING GRACE
Thursday, April 2, 2009
Year 10 Creative Writing about the Plague - Shilo
10TFe spent some time studying the time of Plague in Europe as their introductory English topic. As part of the formative assessment, they completed some creative writing. We learned about different types of narration, and chose to use first person narration to tell our stories.
THE HELPLESS DOG
I am so helpless, can’t do anything. My body is sore and my owners are aching just as bad.
I was a well loved dog but when the disease hit I was nothing to no-one.
I beg for help but no-one seems to listen, so I set off on my own journey. I hesitate a little as I sneak out the door. I hear screaming I hear torture but worse of all I see a lot of dead people.
Family laying on top of one another forming a pile slowly. Family beside them crying. They will probably cry until they run out of tears, and still you can hear them mourning…
By Shilo Kiro
THE HELPLESS DOG
I am so helpless, can’t do anything. My body is sore and my owners are aching just as bad.
I was a well loved dog but when the disease hit I was nothing to no-one.
I beg for help but no-one seems to listen, so I set off on my own journey. I hesitate a little as I sneak out the door. I hear screaming I hear torture but worse of all I see a lot of dead people.
Family laying on top of one another forming a pile slowly. Family beside them crying. They will probably cry until they run out of tears, and still you can hear them mourning…
By Shilo Kiro
Year 10 Creative Writing about the Plague - Monica
10TFe spent some time studying the time of Plague in Europe as their introductory English topic. As part of the formative assessment, they completed some creative writing. We learned about different types of narration, and chose to use first person narration to tell our stories.
I woke up one rainy morning and heard someone coughing badly so I shouted, “who is that coughing out there?” my mother replied, “It’s me son I have caught the plague.” Oh no I thought to myself. So I quickly got out of bed and slowly opened the door I peeked thought and saw mother in one corner of the lounge.
Suddenly I ran quickly to the bath shower and scrubbed myself before I caught the plague and then quickly got changed and covered my face thoroughly.
I slowly opened the front door and saw people dieing, people coughing, and others dragging dead bodies to the pyre to get the disease to stop spreading.
I shut the door tightly and ran to mum. I told her that everything will be ok. Quietly she said, “No. There is no way you can get rid of the disease.” I said, “Yes! There is man who knows many things about disease and knows the special ingredients to get rid of it. I shall find him.”
I woke up one rainy morning and heard someone coughing badly so I shouted, “who is that coughing out there?” my mother replied, “It’s me son I have caught the plague.” Oh no I thought to myself. So I quickly got out of bed and slowly opened the door I peeked thought and saw mother in one corner of the lounge.
Suddenly I ran quickly to the bath shower and scrubbed myself before I caught the plague and then quickly got changed and covered my face thoroughly.
I slowly opened the front door and saw people dieing, people coughing, and others dragging dead bodies to the pyre to get the disease to stop spreading.
I shut the door tightly and ran to mum. I told her that everything will be ok. Quietly she said, “No. There is no way you can get rid of the disease.” I said, “Yes! There is man who knows many things about disease and knows the special ingredients to get rid of it. I shall find him.”
Year 10 Creative Writing about the Plague - Kolotita
10TFe spent some time studying the time of Plague in Europe as their introductory English topic. As part of the formative assessment, they completed some creative writing. We learned about different types of narration, and chose to use first person narration to tell our stories.
Early this morning I heard someone scream from down stairs. I got up and walked down stairs into the living room where I saw my family laying on each other dead. Crying, I looked at my mum covered with sores .It got scary. I ran out to call for help, but I saw no one in sight. So I ran to my uncle’s house yelling for help. (It wasn’t that far from home.)I ran inside and started crying. He asked me what had happened. I told him everything. He told me to get in the car. We went back to my house. He got out and told me stay in the car. I went under the blanket and started to cry even more. I got up to take a look and my house was on fire. I slowly got out of the car pouring with tears as I watched my house burn to the ground. I just couldn’t believe it. All those great times growing up with my family at home were all gone. All I had left are my memories. After that my uncle told me every thing about this disease. It was called the Plague.
Early this morning I heard someone scream from down stairs. I got up and walked down stairs into the living room where I saw my family laying on each other dead. Crying, I looked at my mum covered with sores .It got scary. I ran out to call for help, but I saw no one in sight. So I ran to my uncle’s house yelling for help. (It wasn’t that far from home.)I ran inside and started crying. He asked me what had happened. I told him everything. He told me to get in the car. We went back to my house. He got out and told me stay in the car. I went under the blanket and started to cry even more. I got up to take a look and my house was on fire. I slowly got out of the car pouring with tears as I watched my house burn to the ground. I just couldn’t believe it. All those great times growing up with my family at home were all gone. All I had left are my memories. After that my uncle told me every thing about this disease. It was called the Plague.
Year 10 Creative Writing about the Plague - Kilesa
10TFe spent some time studying the time of Plague in Europe as their introductory English topic. As part of the formative assessment, they completed some creative writing. We learned about different types of narration, and chose to use first person narration to tell our stories.
My Plague Story
Steven Lotto was at home when the disease came into town. He was watching television with his dad until he heard crying. He told his dad and his dad ran outside to see if those people were okay. Steven’s dad saw a little girl and a boy crying in the streets for their mum, and all Steven’s dad could see was that she had collapsed and had sores all over her face. He dragged her into his house and said to Steven ,“Son can you get me a couple of blankets, a bottle of water and a pillow please.” Steven ran and got what his father told him to get. Steven’s dad tried very hard too bring back the little girl and boy’s mother. But she died. Stevens dad was very sad and he knew he had too tell the little girl and boy that their mother had died. He was so sad and he knew he had to put the body some where. He didn’t know where to put the body so he burnt it in the back of his house. As he was burning the body Steven’s dad told Steven to take the little boy and girl inside so he could burn the body. He did. When Steven’s dad had finished burning the body he told the little girl and boy that their mother had died. And they both started crying. And all Steven’s dad could think about was the little girl and boy.
My Plague Story
Steven Lotto was at home when the disease came into town. He was watching television with his dad until he heard crying. He told his dad and his dad ran outside to see if those people were okay. Steven’s dad saw a little girl and a boy crying in the streets for their mum, and all Steven’s dad could see was that she had collapsed and had sores all over her face. He dragged her into his house and said to Steven ,“Son can you get me a couple of blankets, a bottle of water and a pillow please.” Steven ran and got what his father told him to get. Steven’s dad tried very hard too bring back the little girl and boy’s mother. But she died. Stevens dad was very sad and he knew he had too tell the little girl and boy that their mother had died. He was so sad and he knew he had to put the body some where. He didn’t know where to put the body so he burnt it in the back of his house. As he was burning the body Steven’s dad told Steven to take the little boy and girl inside so he could burn the body. He did. When Steven’s dad had finished burning the body he told the little girl and boy that their mother had died. And they both started crying. And all Steven’s dad could think about was the little girl and boy.
Year 10 Creative Writing about the Plague - Jonathan
10TFe spent some time studying the time of Plague in Europe as their introductory English topic. As part of the formative assessment, they completed some creative writing. We learned about different types of narration, and chose to use first person narration to tell our stories.
The Plague
Everywhere I walked I heard people wailing. It could be heard from miles away. As my brother and I walked around the town square we saw people lying everywhere on the cold ground. Some were ill and some were not, some were even dead. There was a very bad aroma flowing around the place. I think it was the slums covering walls or the animals that had been slaughtered. We finally arrived at the apothecary on the corner next to an old ramshackle building.
The Plague
Everywhere I walked I heard people wailing. It could be heard from miles away. As my brother and I walked around the town square we saw people lying everywhere on the cold ground. Some were ill and some were not, some were even dead. There was a very bad aroma flowing around the place. I think it was the slums covering walls or the animals that had been slaughtered. We finally arrived at the apothecary on the corner next to an old ramshackle building.
Year 10 Creative Writing about the Plague - Chris
10TFe spent some time studying the time of Plague in Europe as their introductory English topic. As part of the formative assessment, they completed some creative writing. We learned about different types of narration, and chose to use first person narration to tell our stories.
“Bang” goes the gun shots, killing the digs and cats. The scariest thing I’ve ever seen in my whole life. The plague is the main cause for animal’s dying-not just animals but also humans like me. One by one dying in their own tracks, we were trying to escape but it was too late. The Plague had already taken over. Killing us like shattered boiling rocks falling onto our bodies.
Tip is a hero, but a much unknown one. “I am a hero, above all heroes”, yelled out Tips. Tips was once caught by the Plague but also outlived it. He once told me that when the Plague infected him, it was the most painful moments he’d ever felt in his whole entire life. He once again got caught by the Plague but is still trying to survive.He cried after looking over to his granddad. He was covered in red spots called rashes.
What the flea could do to you is it spreads rat blood into your body and what the blood does to you is it spreads. You suddenly start t0 get rashes which turn into boils and you become very sick and unfortunately most of the people die. A doctor also known as a medic was one of the reasons why people survived the Plague.
“Bang” goes the gun shots, killing the digs and cats. The scariest thing I’ve ever seen in my whole life. The plague is the main cause for animal’s dying-not just animals but also humans like me. One by one dying in their own tracks, we were trying to escape but it was too late. The Plague had already taken over. Killing us like shattered boiling rocks falling onto our bodies.
Tip is a hero, but a much unknown one. “I am a hero, above all heroes”, yelled out Tips. Tips was once caught by the Plague but also outlived it. He once told me that when the Plague infected him, it was the most painful moments he’d ever felt in his whole entire life. He once again got caught by the Plague but is still trying to survive.He cried after looking over to his granddad. He was covered in red spots called rashes.
What the flea could do to you is it spreads rat blood into your body and what the blood does to you is it spreads. You suddenly start t0 get rashes which turn into boils and you become very sick and unfortunately most of the people die. A doctor also known as a medic was one of the reasons why people survived the Plague.
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