Anne of Green Gables by L.M Montogmery As people say, childhood is the best part of life and is certainly is so for Anne Shirley when she arrives at Avonlea. Lucy Maud Montgomery describes Anne’sContinue reading
3 matted ivy fences, 2 wistful turrets, 1 bitter-sweet memory flowing down, Regardless of day or night, Drenching me in the bitter-sweet rain of ce qui aurait pu être, What could’ve been, What could’ve beenContinue reading
Thank you so much for all of your entries – we loved reading them! Check out everyone’s work below. 🙂 Abigail H, Year 7 Srihita K, Year 10 Raindrops stampeded down like bullets. Ikshita S,Continue reading
Crystal raindrop project a rainbow.
Torrents. Trunk shaking, branches breaking.
Colourful umbrellas engulfing city-centre
I blow my nose, He makes me feel ill, I close my eyes, I don’t wish to see him any longer, If I don’t I’ll find myself ponder, He’s really not that bad, Someday he’llContinue reading
The song of the rain sings softly, A slight drizzle, a pleasant break, From the ever beating, shining sun, Dripping from leaf to leaf, second to none However, the sweet rain cannot always pour,Continue reading
Take off your shoes to connect with yourself.
Cold, shivering, teeth chattering, I put my bare feet up against the fire. I feel a tingle of warmth and a sensation of joy rush through my blood.
To feel the whooshing wind on my face again, blasting by my ears, The smell of the simply fresh, salty air. I think of the times in the soft sand or tiptoeing on the rocks,Continue reading
The warm sand on bare toes, The ocean water as the tide goes, The soft pebbles on the shore, The green grass on the floor… Hawaii is home for the barefoot. But wait,Continue reading
Centuries come and go, with each one we hide ourselves away; just a little bit more they say. I used to be barefoot. Now I am not. I used to be me. Now I amContinue reading
Exposed. Sharing emotions, Dishing out parts of me, Showing you apart of me, It makes me feel Exposed. And it’s like the messy, The pressy and stressy That I guess he Poured out of me,Continue reading
A grassy meadow, One summer morning in May, Is barefooted bliss.