This piece is for people of all ages and its purpose is to direct the attention of the audience to the unsung heroes in our lives.
Nine year old student, Kris Beckham climbed 30 feet to rescue a Ring-tailed Possum today.
Tree loppers had been removing trees at West Bank School to create a new concrete play area. During morning tea, students spied the possum peering out from a lopped hollow branch.
“Kris just shimmied way up the tree with her school bag and came down with a little possum thumping around inside it,” said school mate, Jack Komninos.
Principal, Ms Anne Watson, alerted National Parks and Wild Life. With the help of the tree loppers, the wild life officers rescued six more ring-tailed possums from hollows in trees lopped for felling.
All the possums are reported to be ‘in good condition’ and are being cared for at the Forest Park. A suggested plan to relocate the possums in the school environs will involve refashioning of the hollowed tree trunks as part of an environmental sculpture project.
Mr Harry Bean, who was on play ground duty when Kris climbed the tree, fainted and is receiving medical attention for concussion and stress.
Kris used a special tree climbing technique know as the ‘frog’ to rescue the possum.
The young heroine was unavailable for interview. According to Jack Komninos, Kris was on detention for being in a ‘strictly out of bounds’ area.
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
A Poem tells a Story
This poem is intended for an audience of all ages. The purpose of this poem is not only to tell but also to help the reader visualize what the concept behind it is and make them feel like they are not only reading but also experiencing this given event.
Stepping foot on the soccer field, he feels his heart beating stronger
But that means nothing to him; it will just help him play longer.
He looks at the crowd, looks at the fans
All standing and cheering and clapping their hands.
He closes his eyes to smell the fresh air.
Imagining that the crowd is not even there.
He takes his position with his team by his side.
Ready to let loose, he’s got nothing to hide.
The game starts as the whistle blows.
He is ready; this is the path that he chose.
He calls for the ball as it lands on his feet.
The crowd dead silent, holds on to their seats.
He moves with passion and shifts with grace.
He knows, when it comes to running, he is first in the race.
He races towards the net, with only one thing on his mind.
To find the opening, that was the way of his kind.
He shoots the ball with great power and force.
It hits the back of the net staying on course.
He celebrates, as the crowd jumps to their feet
Seeing that even the coach got out of his seat.
The game is done as the whistle blows.
He is happy; for this is the path that he chose.
Stepping foot on the soccer field, he feels his heart beating stronger
But that means nothing to him; it will just help him play longer.
He looks at the crowd, looks at the fans
All standing and cheering and clapping their hands.
He closes his eyes to smell the fresh air.
Imagining that the crowd is not even there.
He takes his position with his team by his side.
Ready to let loose, he’s got nothing to hide.
The game starts as the whistle blows.
He is ready; this is the path that he chose.
He calls for the ball as it lands on his feet.
The crowd dead silent, holds on to their seats.
He moves with passion and shifts with grace.
He knows, when it comes to running, he is first in the race.
He races towards the net, with only one thing on his mind.
To find the opening, that was the way of his kind.
He shoots the ball with great power and force.
It hits the back of the net staying on course.
He celebrates, as the crowd jumps to their feet
Seeing that even the coach got out of his seat.
The game is done as the whistle blows.
He is happy; for this is the path that he chose.
Seeing without Eyes
This poem is intended for an audience between the ages of 12 to 18. The purpose of this poem is not only to tell but also to help the reader visualize what the concept behind it is and make them feel like they are not only reading but also experiencing this given event.
When our eyes are old and start to lie
We must find different ways to learn to see
Some use dreams because that way, they can see everything in their point of view
While other stick to reality and adapt their other senses to do what their eyes could not
They use the feeling of their hands to guide them to the truth
While the nose’s keen sense of smell to show them the way
Then the ears play their part by catching the sound waves and warning of any danger
Even without the amazing vision of our eyes, one can still find many ways to see
For, after all, we are made to adapt and that is how our body is meant to be.
When our eyes are old and start to lie
We must find different ways to learn to see
Some use dreams because that way, they can see everything in their point of view
While other stick to reality and adapt their other senses to do what their eyes could not
They use the feeling of their hands to guide them to the truth
While the nose’s keen sense of smell to show them the way
Then the ears play their part by catching the sound waves and warning of any danger
Even without the amazing vision of our eyes, one can still find many ways to see
For, after all, we are made to adapt and that is how our body is meant to be.
Feeling in Landscapes
This poem is intended for an audience between the ages of 12 to 18. The purpose of this poem is not only to tell but also to help the reader visualize what the concept behind it is and make them feel like they are not only reading but also experiencing this given event.
As we stand upon the highest mountain
We can see the world’s true beauty
We watch as the waters shoot like a fountain
And makes the animals quite moody.
Felling the rays of the sun hitting our face
We close our eyes and try to think
While watching the trees grow at a steady pace
Amazed by this beauty we try not to blink
Watching the sun start to set
We walk toward the mountains base
And feeling the ground still kind of wet
While enjoying every moment of this beautiful place.
As we stand upon the highest mountain
We can see the world’s true beauty
We watch as the waters shoot like a fountain
And makes the animals quite moody.
Felling the rays of the sun hitting our face
We close our eyes and try to think
While watching the trees grow at a steady pace
Amazed by this beauty we try not to blink
Watching the sun start to set
We walk toward the mountains base
And feeling the ground still kind of wet
While enjoying every moment of this beautiful place.
Dreams and Dreaming
This poem is intended for an audience between the ages of 12 to 18. The purpose of this poem is not only to tell but also to help the reader visualize what the concept behind it is and make them feel like they are not only reading but also experiencing this given event.
As I lye here in my bed
Puffing up my pillow and scratching my head.
I close my eyes and hope to dream
About how tomorrow we could go buy ice cream
I fall into a deep deep sleep
Hoping these dreams in reality I could keep
It felt so real and tasted sweet
As I chowed down and moved to the music’s beat
I feel a nudge and hear a constant beep
So I open my eyes and take a leap
Hearing the alarm clocks ring
While in the background beautiful birds sing.
That dream was long and felt so real.
That I think I’ll eat some ice cream for my next meal:P
As I lye here in my bed
Puffing up my pillow and scratching my head.
I close my eyes and hope to dream
About how tomorrow we could go buy ice cream
I fall into a deep deep sleep
Hoping these dreams in reality I could keep
It felt so real and tasted sweet
As I chowed down and moved to the music’s beat
I feel a nudge and hear a constant beep
So I open my eyes and take a leap
Hearing the alarm clocks ring
While in the background beautiful birds sing.
That dream was long and felt so real.
That I think I’ll eat some ice cream for my next meal:P
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
Night at the Snack Bar
Intended for audiences between 13 and 18. The purpose of this piece is to observe someone and form a story or make conclusions based on what is seen on the outside from a third person point of view.
It was late at night and today was the day that we all agreed to watch one of our friend’s soccer games. Although it was a cold day outside, that did not madder to us because we would be going to an indoor field where it was covered up, nice and warm. It was moments after we got there, just as we were about to enter the stadium and take our seats, that I saw her.
Her name was Vicky and she was no more than twenty-eight years old. She had been working at that snack shop for over ten years and still looked very happy with her job. Many may ask why but I think it’s mainly because she enjoys helping and seeing people happy. She and her family moved to Toronto about twenty years ago but that was a really long time ago. Now she has a family and lives in a condominium with them. Her husband is a well paid banker while both of her children (two girls and one boy) are still in elementary school. Other then working at the snack shop, when Vicky has free time, she likes to take her children sightseeing around the city and mostly spend time with her family. She looked extremely happy doing what she was doing and she didn’t seem to have or cause any problems with her customers either. Her daily routine was usually the same thing; get up and out of bed, go to work until eight and then spend the rest of the time with her family. She didn’t really have any problems with this routine and as we saw when her family came in to pick her up after, neither did they.
It was late at night and today was the day that we all agreed to watch one of our friend’s soccer games. Although it was a cold day outside, that did not madder to us because we would be going to an indoor field where it was covered up, nice and warm. It was moments after we got there, just as we were about to enter the stadium and take our seats, that I saw her.
Her name was Vicky and she was no more than twenty-eight years old. She had been working at that snack shop for over ten years and still looked very happy with her job. Many may ask why but I think it’s mainly because she enjoys helping and seeing people happy. She and her family moved to Toronto about twenty years ago but that was a really long time ago. Now she has a family and lives in a condominium with them. Her husband is a well paid banker while both of her children (two girls and one boy) are still in elementary school. Other then working at the snack shop, when Vicky has free time, she likes to take her children sightseeing around the city and mostly spend time with her family. She looked extremely happy doing what she was doing and she didn’t seem to have or cause any problems with her customers either. Her daily routine was usually the same thing; get up and out of bed, go to work until eight and then spend the rest of the time with her family. She didn’t really have any problems with this routine and as we saw when her family came in to pick her up after, neither did they.
Thursday, March 5, 2009
Nothing Left
Intended for audiences between 13 and 18. The purpose of this piece is to observe someone and form a story or make conclusions based on what is seen on the outside from a third person point of view.
It was a typical Saturday afternoon where me and my friends were walking down Young street, heading towards the Eaton's center. We were really hungry so we were just trying to get there faster because we were really looking forward to that hunger quenching smell of the food court. It was as we were just passing by the intersection of Young and Collage when our eyes caught a glimpse of something moving on the ground on the sidewalk. It was only seconds later that we realized it was a man no older than thirty five, all wrapped up in blankets and clothes.
His name was Jamie and he had been living on the streets of Toronto for over four months. He was just lying there taking a nap while trying to block out all the noises around him. It wasn’t always like this for him. He did once have a family; one wife and two children. That was until he started drinking. In fact that was his only hobby during the past two years. He would go out to bars during the day and come home drunk late at night. He would wake his family by yelling and complaining loudly until one day his wife just couldn’t take it anymore. She got a divorce and full rights to their kids. Now he had nothing, couldn’t even afford to have a smile on his face. He was just lying there, waiting, hoping for things to change.
It was a typical Saturday afternoon where me and my friends were walking down Young street, heading towards the Eaton's center. We were really hungry so we were just trying to get there faster because we were really looking forward to that hunger quenching smell of the food court. It was as we were just passing by the intersection of Young and Collage when our eyes caught a glimpse of something moving on the ground on the sidewalk. It was only seconds later that we realized it was a man no older than thirty five, all wrapped up in blankets and clothes.
His name was Jamie and he had been living on the streets of Toronto for over four months. He was just lying there taking a nap while trying to block out all the noises around him. It wasn’t always like this for him. He did once have a family; one wife and two children. That was until he started drinking. In fact that was his only hobby during the past two years. He would go out to bars during the day and come home drunk late at night. He would wake his family by yelling and complaining loudly until one day his wife just couldn’t take it anymore. She got a divorce and full rights to their kids. Now he had nothing, couldn’t even afford to have a smile on his face. He was just lying there, waiting, hoping for things to change.
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