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he art of crafting creative words
has proved a winning formula
for RGS student s in 2016.
Short stories and poetry,
capturing a variety of themes, have
produced award winning works.
It’s all about using your imagination
and crafting interesting words around
what you can picture in your mind,
according to these young authors.
Year 6 student Kaitlyn Parker won the
overall Primary section of the Waltzing
Matilda Bush Poetr y Awards, Little Swaggies
Written Competition for Bush Poetry.
Kaitlyn also won the Year 6 division.
In this same competition Year 4 student
Asha Stewart placed second in the Year
4section andYear6 student Vaishnavee
Chipiri was a finalist in her section.
Kaitlyn’s winning poem was entitled,
Gumtree (see right, w ith other authors).
“I chose this subject mainly because
a gumtree is pretty much as Aussie
Outback as you can get,’’ K aitlyn said.
“I enjoy writing because you
can create your own picture in
your mind and then describe that
picture and make it come to life.
“Say you were writing about a flower.
Close your eyes and picture that flower
and then write down several words to
describe the flower that you see.’’
Asha’s writing ability also caught the
attention of the national competition,
Child Writes short stor y competition
with her piece Where’s the Food?
The Child Writes programme gives
primary school aged children to write
and illustrate a book. Judges looked for
originality, creativity and character, as well
as correct punctuat ion and grammar.
The task was to submit a children’s
picture book, no longer than 800 words.
Asha selected Where’s the Food? because
she thought it would be funny and
interest ing to know what a cat does around
the house when the owner is away.
“I made the character in the story
sound like a young child to try and trick
people so they did not know it was a cat
unt il the last sentence,’’ Asha said.
Asha enjoys writing because it is fun.
“I like writing in my free time
and I do all my writing in the study
on the computer,’’ Asha said.
“My tips for other students to help them
write are that when writing, always explore
your imagination, stay focused on one
story and be as funny as you want.’’
The Morning Bulletin Young Writers
Award has provided an avenue for several
student s to showcase their t alents.
Year 10 student Neeve Saw’s ent ry,
Music To My Fears, embraced her
passion for playing music and
combined that with a love of fictional
stories and a strong magic theme.
Year 5 student Harrison Rooks, was
another winner with his piece, First
Day, about the first day of school;
not from a student perspective but
from that of a new teacher.
Harrison told The Morning
Bulletin that what helped his
writing was also writing songs.
Fellow Year 5 student A lice Saunders
also caught the attention of the judges
with her piece called, Prisoner of War.
Primary teacher Mrs Sally Moran has
worked with the Primary student s on their
writing extension t hroughout the year.
Alice’s piece was developed from
an extension writing group task.
“It was a picture of a man and how he
got there in the first place,’’ A lice said.
“I also got some inspiration
from Anne of Green Gables.’’
A love of reading has also helped
Alice with her writing.
“Reading books gives me ideas on
writing and good words to use in
stories. So tips for aspiring authors are
read, read, read!’’ Alice said.
Where’s the food?
by Asha Stewart, Year 4, Child Writes
I walked through the front door and yawned.
It had been a long day. A very long day in
fact and I hadn’t even had a nap. Firstly I
had visited the neighbour and together we
had gone to see Claudia but she was busy
so instead we went to see Jason. He’s a
nice man and he is always fun to talk to.
Sometimes he even lends a morsel to eat.
Secondly, I had gone to the butchers. The
butcher – a brown haired, slim and happy
man – was not so happy today. I suppose a
dog stole some of his meat. (Dogs are not
responsible and they are very fast. I think cats
are much better than dogs, even if the dog
is faster). He chased me out. How rude!
Thirdly, I found this interesting tree with its
own cubby house. How amazing! Seeing that
it was late, I decided to explore some more
nooks and crannies tomorrow. Walking down the
street, I found this interesting house with blue
and white on it. I ’d just walked into the building’s
hall when suddenly a man in a police shirt
came around the corner. I was so frightened
I ran straight back home because I was very
afraid of his loud black boots and his blue hat – I
didn’t want to be caught and taken to prison!
So after that very long day I am simply
famished! In the tiled kitchen, the pantry door
was slightly ajar. I nudged opened the door
and guess what? No food. Not one crumb!
Oh no, what was I supposed to do! Normally
Georgie brought the food but he wasn’t here.
In a panic, I ran to the laundry. Maybe, by
chance, Georgie had accidently left a packet
in there. I peeped into the dryer and the rest of
the laundry. Even the shelves... But no. I looked
in the rest of the kitchen. No. The dining room?
I searched it. But no. In the end I had searched
the entire house and still not found a scrap.
I lay on the floor. A wretched creature if there
ever was one. What would happen if I died,
starved to death? Georgie would probably buy
food every day. My food, to remember me. He’d
be heartbroken. There would be no one there to
keep him company when everyone else was out.
Wait, was that the garage door? I raced
to the front door and leapt with joy.
Georgie was standing there and with food!
I raced to him and gave him a hug.
“Sorry I was away for so long, Carmel. Belle
wanted to buy some perfume and bread. We
were going to be home in two minutes but the
shop clerk was an idiotic fellow. He even had
to use a calculator to figure what five dollars
fifty from t welve dollars was. An older man said
that that was his son Kai and that he was only
seven. I asked why then he was so tall and the
older guy showed me that Kai was standing on
a stool and then Kai took off the mask he was
wearing- maroon one with Qld stitched on the
front. He must have been going for Queensland-
and I found myself staring into the face of a
seven year old with a mop of dark black hair,”
Georgie stopped to catch his breath while his
wife, Belle (a woman with brown bobbed hair
and twinkling blue eyes) piled groceries on
the kitchen bench, completely ignoring me.
“Long story short, we finally
made it out,” he apologised.
“Daddy, Mummy can I play with my
dolly and teddy?” asked Georgie’s
three year old daughter Camilla.
“ Yes, sure you can Cam,” answered
Belle as she let Madeline her one year
old daughter crawl on the floor.
“Hello, Carmel,” Camilla patted me on
my head before racing to her room.
I nudged Georgie, indicating to my stomach.
“Oh, you’re hungry,” laughed Georgie taking me
over to my plate. He opened the packet letting
the delicious fish snacks fall onto my plate.
I dug in with gusto. Georgie laughed again.
“Carmel, you’re the best cat in the world.”
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