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"HuS," says the wilrd ... T.{ush, go slow. Coms with mg walk with, m, tip, tippy-toe: I*zily, Iazily, over the ground Whiqpering" whisgrering, whirling amrrrd."
"Whoosh!" says the wind. "Whoosh! go fastf my cotd blmtl fu*with re, gust witfr me, Playwi& me' chase with me sme nowand race with Wilingly, thrillingly; blow andbe freeln

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Rurwitkme" soar with me, howling on high. Grious, furiws, weeping a wail ... Ifufqrith ure, Fffwith me shriekins a gale!"

says the

wind- "Whistle and cry.

ffi.." wind... I fel you, ss you pass throug[ Andthough I cant see yon,I sewhat you dcr. Sing softly, sirg loudty, blow slowly, blow strong! I sm th dry leaf you, are pnhiqg along.
I urthe dry leafvsh wouldjainyou in song. Come Srstr mg sonte push mg Comewhooshme along.

Whoooowsh!!

Drlcie Meddots

THE

SNAKE

I killed a $rake this morning in the grus, A lovely, sinister thing of gleaming jet: I see it yet!

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P,4l"f(ER

520 - Senior Rotary

Gliding acros the place my feet would pas, In effortless motion, fluid as molten glass, Yet live as fire, and evilly aware Of all the magic in its jewelled stare, The foune of poison in its being set

I stru* with

With

Yet in the 5r'nlight myriad shapes arise And flow irr tbth* before my dazzled cyes;
Each black stick melts

savage force, and now it lies small ants swarming round its mangled head, Surely it's dead!

Ie

in curves, each tussock holds crimson bclly and its shiniag folds, Till mind aud sense tecoil in naacless drcad.

Who dragged this creature from the nether streams And on an innocent world its presence thrust? Its eyes hold lust Aad evil will beyond mads darkest dreams;
Yet when it moves a balefirl beauty gleams, The shy birds flutter and shriek, each lyric note Turned to a bat's cry in the quivering throat By this insifious dragon of the dust.

O slender vial filled with poisoned wine! If all &e sobde alchemy you hold To turn men cold
Had been denied you in tlut first design,

\Vould harmonies of form, and colourn and line Fill all my being now widr life intense? Or would I pass with unawakened sense A coloured worm tlat wriggled in the mould?

THE HUNAWAY

521 - Junior Scholarship

brced o, ho6es

Motgan: Ameticen

Once vrhen the snow of the year was beginning to fall, Ve stopped by a rnountain pasture to say, "\(hose coltl" A little Morgan had one forefoot on the wall, The other curled at his breast. He dipped his head And snorted at us. And then he had to bolt. $7e heard the minialure thunder where he fled,

And we saw him, or thought we saw him, dim and gray, Like a shadow against the curtain of falling flakes. "I think the little fellow's afraid of the snow.
He isn't winter-broken. It isn't play lfith the little fellow at all. He's running away. I doubt if even his mother could tell him, 'Sakes, It's only weather.' He'd think she didn't know! rJflhere is his mother? He can't be out alone."

And now he comes again with a clatter of stone) And mounts the wall again with whited eyes And all his tail that isn't hair up straight.
He shudders his coat as if to throw off flies. "lil7hoever it is that leaves him out so late, lWhen other creatures have gone to stall and bin, Ought to be told to come and take him in"'
ROBERT FROST

THE SHARK
His fin, Like a piece of sheet-iron,
Three-cornered,

577 - 12 yrs

He seemed to know the harbour, So leisurely he swam;

With its

Stirred not a bubble As it moved

And with knife-edge,

base"line on the water.

His body was tubular And tapered And smoke-blue, And as he passed the wharf He turned, And snapped at a flat-fish That r,yas dead and floating. And I saw the flash of a white throat, And a double row of white teeth, And eyes of metallic grey, Hard and narrow and slit.
Then out of the harbour With that three-cornered fin Shearing without a bubble the water
Leisurely, He swam That strange fish, Tubular, tapered, smoke-blue,

Lithely,

Part vulture, part wolf, Part neither - for his blood was cold.

E. J. PRATT

WASH THE

DOG.

Colin Thiele

"Wash the dogr" Mum sayso "he smells like last yetr's cheese."

578 - 11 yrs

I'd rather wash the cheese.

Wrestling a hairy earthquake is no joke: convulsions and contortions in the tub, shampoo escaping in rivers, and the whole backyard a sea of suds Iike coastal foam from a cyclone; then a Niagara of water to rinse him a small flood flowing under the fence and around the neighbour's barbeque.
They don't like standing in drlg's bathwater. But that's not the end of it, not with our dog. He gets inside and shakes himself like an automatic sprinkler system in a great linal mess all over Mumts new dress.

SMILE

Matthew Sweenev

579 - 10 yrs
Take down your guitar from its air-shelf and play imaginary reggae Out through the open door. And smile, remember smile, give those teeth some sun grin at everyone, do it now, go on, SMILE!

Smile, go on, smile! Anyone would think, to look at You, that your cat was on the barbecue or your best friend had died. Go on curve your mouth. Take a look at that beggar, or that one-legged bus conductor. Where's yourcross?

Smile, slap your thigh. Hiccup, make a horse noise, Lollop through the house, Fizz up your coffee.

So Much for Seqret Powers

Robin Klein

580 - 9 yrs

Earty last Tuesday I found I could fly, So I jumped off our roof and looped loops in the sky' Not a soul was astonished, or even impressed They just called out loudly, "Come down and get dressed'"

While doing my homework, succumbing to rage, I drew a live creature that hopped off the page' The only reaction from Dad was a mutter of, "Darnl There's a disosaur licking the butter."

At night, afier dinner, my teeth all turned gold, So I yelled at my parents, "l've got gold teeth! Beholdl" They barely glanced up from the TV, and said, "Just make sure you brush them each night, before bed'"
But on Thursday, at breakfast, at last they took note' Dad stopped pouring coffee and Mum cleared her throat. "How stiange," they both murmured, "how curious, how weird Nicki, don't go to school till you've shaved off that beard."

No More

581 - 8 yrs

He's after me! Where can I run! There's something in his hand -

It's a GUN!l!

You have to hide me,

please... oh please! I've had a cold and if I sneeze

I'rnDONE for!. No. No! It's not a game, it's that Mr... I've forgotten his name,
the man who robbed the eorner bank, and hit the manager with a plank, and

Oh!!!...Too late! He's GOT me!

He's dragging me

Heeeelp!... Muuuuuuum!

tkough the door...

Mum... what am I doing on my bedroom floor?.,.

I'm never going to sleep again! Never! No more! Annette Kosseris

offi.

7 years

Thirteen by Margaret Speter My big sister, Tanya, has just turned thirteen. Shes grumpy and moody and terribly mean. When I ask her to come and play in the park, she says, Cant. Im doing my homework with Mark. When the phone rings, she jumps up and says its for me! She never considers it mightnt be! But its usually Mark, and she grins and says see! She stays on the phone for HOURSsometimes THREE! I say Ill tell dad! She yells Youre a bore! Then I scream Ill tell Mark that you sniffle and snore! She runs ouy to mum and says IM being mean I wont be like her when I turn thirteen! I hope!

582 - Verse speaking,test piece, 7 years only

6 years

583 - Verse speaking,test piece, 6 years and under

by Don M Saunders

Monsters

Have you ever seen a monster or a demon In the night? Has a shadow turned up suddenly and given you a fright? Have you ever shivered at some really spooky sight? Have you ever seen the glowing eyes and the teeth that bite? Did you ever run round screaming and try to get away? Did you ever hear a creature coming and begin to pray? Did you ever run on feet that just seemed to want to stay? Not me! Im not-scared-of-any-m-m-monsters But Well Im leaving anyway!