Writing Club

  The Cave.

  

Sitting inside the cave, only seeing what lies directly in front,

Knowing nothing outside of my window,

The fears of rough, stormy seas that come my way,

Living with worries piled onto my broken heart.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I can only imagine the world that is hidden to me,

The beauty the few fortunate passers by talk of,

Will the outside world ever be revealed to me?

Or will I be sealed from the world for eternity?

 

 

 

 

 

 

How will I feel once I’ve earned the chance to see this world?

I’d like to think it would be a world of wonders and excitement,

However it may be a disappointing view,

So for now I can only wait, wish and worry…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

By Gabrielle Pitt

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Beach

  

The tide is coming in with a melancholy smile,

The rocks are disappearing, slipping, sliding away

The sea is taking over like an overpowering roar, from a lion’s mouth.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The tide is going in with a little smirk,

The rocks are reappearing just like before,

The sea losing its power over the beach,

The beach is back again with its own melancholy smile.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

By Stephanie

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Desert

  

The red dust surrounds the mountains,

 Each grain racing the next,

Thinking there is no ending,

Well, there isn’t, not in the desert…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Green cactus stands there,

Straight all day,

It’s a wonder why they haven’t got back ache,

No-one gets back-ache, not in the desert…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Mountains of sand,

Grow higher each day,

But no one notices, not in the desert…

 

 

There are no animals there,

It’s all silence,

That’s the only place you will find it,

Peace, Calm, Red Sand…

Only in the desert…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

By Alicia Whitehouse

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Storm

 

Clouds looming up ahead

The fence posts just like grave stones

Clouds stormy and stern

Light gaping holes in the stubborn clouds

The tree sits sorrowfully in one planted spot,

Wishing it had been planted somewhere else

The grass swaying in the strong winds

Wind howling like a wolf

Leaves falling as though trying to escape the storm

The storm blew over the following night

Finally being overtaken by light.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

by Beth Page.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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