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Music to My Fears
Excer pt by Neeve Saw
“ Running through the school grounds,
clarinet case in one hand and music folder
in the other, my steps were synchronised
with the pounding of my hear t. Glancing at
my watch, a wave of panic hits me. I was
ten minutes late for band practice and Mr
Johnson, the conductor, was fanatical about
punctualit y. Breathlessly, I entered the music
department and raced down the stairs to the
band room, my thoughts a complete blur.
I reached the bottom, bracing myself for
the worst, before opening the door and...
The lights were on, but not a living
soul was to be seen. Questions buzzed
through my mind like a swarm of bees.
Where was everyone? I walked into the
room, letting the door slam behind me,
trying to make sense of the situation.
Suddenly, the lights went out, enveloping
me in darkness. As my eyes adjusted to the
dull light, a rippling wave of terror coursed
through me. To my astonishment, I saw
the cases on the floor open up and the
instruments inside spring out and assemble
themselves. It was as though they were
possessed by dark magic. Snapping out of
my stupor, I tried to open the door, but I was
locked in. Dropping my clarinet case and
music, I pounded my fists on the wood, yelling
for help. Suddenly, without warning, the room
erupted into a cacophony of musical notes.
The aw ful harmonising of the woodwind
and brass instruments threatened to
engulf me. I pinched myself, hoping
this was only a nightmare...
Gumt ree by Kaitlyn Parker , Waltzing Matilda Bush Poetr y Awards
There flew a bird above the clouds,
Above the noisy, dancing crowds.
From its beak there dropped a seed,
A seed of gold fell with great speed.
The next few days were drenched with rain,
Rain like bullets upon the plains.
Therefore it sprouted green and gay,
A sapling born this rain swept day.
Over the years this sapling grew,
Grew to a tree, a home for a few.
A few of the animals like native bees,
Kookaburras, koalas and wallabies.
The tree’s leaves smelled of fumes,
Fumes of fresh, refreshing blooms.
The fumes were said to clear your mind,
Happy thoughts were easy to find.
A tree of this kind needed a name,
A name nothing could ever claim.
This luscious majestic tree we see,
Has now been named the mighty gum tree.
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Excer pt by Harrison Rooks
If only it would stop. Just having to watch
this humiliation would cause the average
human to sob. Zac felt like his head would
just pop right off and fly around the school
hall the way a balloon did when you let it go.
Full of nerves, he walked up to the front
of the stage, ready to take his bow.
Whoops! His foot slipped. Zac could hear
screaming ripple through the crowd.
Embarrassed beyond compare, he knew this
could only mean one thing; Zac had fallen flat on
his face, in front of everyone, on his first day.
After that awful scene, Zac certainly didn’t feel
like facing up to his class but, alas, he had to. He
walked in reluctantly. All the kids were looking at
him expectantly. There was an awkward silence.
Zac never thought his first day
would be so nerve-racking.
Every minute felt like an hour and
Zac kept glancing over at the clock,
hoping it was nearly lunch break.
Finally the lunch bell rang. Once the rest of
the children had disappeared, Zac scurried
out of the classroom like a nervous bug. He
made his way to the oval where countless
kids played various sports from cricket
to soccer to softball. It was mayhem.
There were kids running everywhere,
balls flying all over the place. High-pitched
squeals and laughter filled the air...
Prisoner of War
Excer pt by Alice Saunders
I’m trapped! There are bombs exploding in
the distance. The enemy has deserted me in a
wee, little , wooden box. All I have around me
is rotting hay, a metal chain that’s attached
to my ankle and a pot. The chain on my leg
aches and pulls tight on my skin! It feels like
a million needles are piercing through my
flesh. My clothes are saturated with blood.
I’ve given up. I ’m never going to be free...
As the bombs intrude my thoughts, I have a
flash back. Telling my wife that I would be fine
and giving her a kiss, I had reassured her that I
would be back. Putting on a brave face, I went to
sign up for war. On the ship, I was sailing away
from safety - away from home. I had been given
important looking clothes. They had obviously
mistaken me for someone else. After a few
days of sailing we had reached out destination.
People upon people were lining up with guns.
They were getting ready. One person ran. Others
followed. I had to go along. After a few days
in and out of the trench, I thought I was safe.
Wrong. I went to no-man’s land. The enemy’s
fortress. Of course, I didn’t know at the time.
I had my gun loaded, ready to shoot, but they
got me first. Shot in the leg, they dragged me
off here. Now I have to think of how to escape.
Yes! That’s what I need! A plan of attack! More
bombs are heard doing off in the distance.
Wretched bombs! I wish they would wait! That’s
it! Bombs! I can hear them getting closer
every second! One of them could be near
here and blow up one of the walls! Yes, that
is a perfect plan. I think there are some that
could reach the wall with the small window...
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