Homework w/e 29/12/14
Posted: Sun Dec 28, 2014 6:26 am
G'day Maureen,
In honour of Frank Daniel and to round off the year, I have had a go at a poem inspired by one of the pictures. It was a quick write (first draft) so please (croc used to say "never post the first draft") overlook any errors.
Waiting For A Train
Zondrae King (Corrimal) 12/14
(Homework prompt from ABPA photo of group of people)
The day felt damp and overcast but not a drop of rain
had fallen on the group of people waiting for the train.
The schedule said ten o’clock but minutes ticking fast
the railway clock they all could see said it was now five past.
The horses, harnessed to the cart, stood patiently in place.
The men and boys on bicycles leaned there with little grace.
The child, dressed in her Sunday best, behaved as was expected.
The dog, though riding in the cart looked lost and quite dejected.
Then, all at once a whistle blast resounded through the air
alerting everyone around the train would soon be there.
The boys jumped up, the dog did to and offered up a bark.
The men brushed off their worn lapels and cursed an oily mark.
With clouds of steam and dust and noise the train at last arrived.
The spirits of the waiting mob were naturally revived.
As passengers, in single file, alighted from the train
at last the clouds gave up their load and it began to rain.
In honour of Frank Daniel and to round off the year, I have had a go at a poem inspired by one of the pictures. It was a quick write (first draft) so please (croc used to say "never post the first draft") overlook any errors.
Waiting For A Train
Zondrae King (Corrimal) 12/14
(Homework prompt from ABPA photo of group of people)
The day felt damp and overcast but not a drop of rain
had fallen on the group of people waiting for the train.
The schedule said ten o’clock but minutes ticking fast
the railway clock they all could see said it was now five past.
The horses, harnessed to the cart, stood patiently in place.
The men and boys on bicycles leaned there with little grace.
The child, dressed in her Sunday best, behaved as was expected.
The dog, though riding in the cart looked lost and quite dejected.
Then, all at once a whistle blast resounded through the air
alerting everyone around the train would soon be there.
The boys jumped up, the dog did to and offered up a bark.
The men brushed off their worn lapels and cursed an oily mark.
With clouds of steam and dust and noise the train at last arrived.
The spirits of the waiting mob were naturally revived.
As passengers, in single file, alighted from the train
at last the clouds gave up their load and it began to rain.
