The Explorers Wife

As I sit on the stool on my porch,

And wonder why they sent him away,

As the sun rises and sets,

And as the tide comes and goes.

It is he that set off to explore Van Diemen's land,

And never returned since.

It’s been two years since he was gone,

Never a letter or note,

For it is hard to nurse a child on my own.

And so I shall wait till he comes riding over the hill and past the trees which he finds familiar, he will come down to kiss my cheek,

I shall have my ‘happily ever after’.

Natalie  4w

Fury

Fury is red, red like fire,

I see a new place,

I hear Captain Cook chatting to his crew,

I smell the crops growing in NSW,

I touch the old, dirty wood in the dusty ship,

I taste the fresh meat from the white rabbits.

Robert C

I am artistic and smart,

I wonder why we can’t breathe space air,

I hear the soft sound of wind chimes,

I see the light of an angel,

I want the world of imagination.

I am artistic and smart,

I pretend I am a warrior,

I feel the heat of the sun,

I touch the solid earth,

I worry about the end of the world,

I cry about the hatred inside a human.

I am artistic and smart,

I understand the stories that are told,

I say amen to God,

I dream of world peace,

I try my hardest at work,

I hope that war will end,

I am artistic and smart.

By: Sean 4w

Clinking Chains

Fright is grey with fear.

I see the restless convicts.

I hear the clinking chains.

I smell the disgusting stench in the air.

I touch the knife on the end of my rifle and the tip of the trigger

I taste the salty air.

By Josh H. 4P.