English News
To welcome in the new term, students in Ms Pope’s English classes took advantage of the natural environment to complete a series of writing tasks based on their surroundings. Each task required students to use multiple intelligences to stimulate their ideas.
Carroll Student Writers Achieve Success
Carroll College students attained impressive results at the recent Eurobodalla Mayor’s Writing Competition. Open to both Primary and Secondary aged students, the long-running writing competition recognises outstanding student writing.
Carroll College students were strongly represented in the 13 - 15 age group and were awarded:
- 13-15 Winner - Emma Moses
- 13-15 Runner Up - Jake Brogan
- 13-15 Encouragement Award - Huon Dufield
- 13-15 Encouragement Award - Grace Reid
- 15+ Winner - Hugh Tuckwell
Over the course of the next few editions of the College Newsletter, we will be publishing some of our awarded students’ writing pieces for your reading pleasure.
This week’s instalment comes from the senior division winning entrant, Hugh Tuckwell. Hugh is a Year 11 student who composed a thought-provoking poem, entitled, “What my eyes see”, an affecting lyric poem exploring themes of environmental degradation.
It may be of interest to know that from Monday 29 July there will be a limited supply of anthologies available for purchase for $20 (cash only) at Moruya Library.
What my eyes see
by Hugh Tuckwell (Year 11)
I see forests green in my mind’s eye.
Lush leaves, flowers blossom.
Flowing rivers, crystal clear,
Brushing on floors of smoothened stone.
Clean grids of streets embroidered with houses,
Happy children playing with glee.
This is the vision which I lust for,
This is what my mind’s eye sees.
I see flocks of birds in my mind’s eye.
Soaring high, striking colours.
Seas full of fish, scales rainbow,
Glinting in the deep waters, green and blue.
Animals of the land, sheep and cows,
Grazing the grass as the sun shines down.
This is the vision which I lust for,
This is what my mind’s eye sees.
I see barren wastelands with my real eyes,
Places where the trees used to grow.
Nothing left except dirt and tree stumps,
Everyone left this land to rot.
Mountains of plastic bags and cans,
Rotting food lies being covered by flies.
This is what my real eyes see,
The awful reality in front of me.
I see ignorance in my mind’s eye.
Seeds being planted, not to live but to die.
Nurtured, chopped, remains left to rot,
The cycle seems to not ever stop.
Wars wage, bombs are dropped,
Land in carnage, homes are lost.
This is what my real eyes see,
Why can’t we have the world of my dreams?