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Rotary Young Writer Competition
Rotary Young Writer Competition
THEME – "MY HAPPIEST DAY"
THEME – "MY HAPPIEST DAY"
We want inspired writers to join the Rotary Young Writers competition. Your child can participate in the competition through Tower's School. To enter, students need to write up to 550 words (or up to forty lines) about ‘My Happiest Day’. There are two age groups: Intermediate (10-13 years old) and Senior (14 -17 years old). For more information or to show your interest, please email either c.hickman@towers.school or r.ferguson@towers.school. The deadline is early November so get involved now!
We want inspired writers to join the Rotary Young Writers competition. Your child can participate in the competition through Tower's School. To enter, students need to write up to 550 words (or up to forty lines) about ‘My Happiest Day’. There are two age groups: Intermediate (10-13 years old) and Senior (14 -17 years old). For more information or to show your interest, please email either c.hickman@towers.school or r.ferguson@towers.school. The deadline is early November so get involved now!
Young Writer Information Pack 2020-21.pdfYoung Writer Poster 2020-21.pdfTowers School Poet Laureate 2020-2021
Towers School Poet Laureate 2020-2021
Thank you to all those who submitted poems to the competition for Poet Laureate. We had over twenty entries and we were overwhelmed by how amazing they all were. The decision was tough, and through anonymous voting, we are now splitting the title between KS3 and KS4. We are proud to announce the winners and now the first official Poet Laureates for Towers School are….
Thank you to all those who submitted poems to the competition for Poet Laureate. We had over twenty entries and we were overwhelmed by how amazing they all were. The decision was tough, and through anonymous voting, we are now splitting the title between KS3 and KS4. We are proud to announce the winners and now the first official Poet Laureates for Towers School are….
Lois – Poet Laureate for KS3 and Kyle - Poet Laureate for KS4.
Lois – Poet Laureate for KS3 and Kyle - Poet Laureate for KS4.
Lois
Lois
Every leaf speaks to me,
Every leaf speaks to me,
Fluttering from the autumn tree,
Fluttering from the autumn tree,
I’m but an autumn leaf upon the ground
I’m but an autumn leaf upon the ground
A repent of all summer’s past,
A repent of all summer’s past,
The ember sun above me shines
The ember sun above me shines
To warm me on my bed of grass;
To warm me on my bed of grass;
My golden skin,
My golden skin,
Now paper thin,
Now paper thin,
Moves in rhythm with the wind,
Moves in rhythm with the wind,
And though I have no place to call home,
And though I have no place to call home,
I still belong to where seasons roam,
I still belong to where seasons roam,
Be it summer, winter, spring or fall,
Be it summer, winter, spring or fall,
Regardless of time of day,
Regardless of time of day,
Oh how I dance amongst a sea of souls,
Oh how I dance amongst a sea of souls,
Unafraid of change that comes my way,
Unafraid of change that comes my way,
And though the years may differ each time around,
And though the years may differ each time around,
I will forever be an autumn leaf upon the ground.
I will forever be an autumn leaf upon the ground.
Kyle
Kyle
The Kaleidoscope
The Kaleidoscope
The stitches still seemed fresh,
The stitches still seemed fresh,
The event still seemed vague,
The event still seemed vague,
The bed still seemed cold and
The bed still seemed cold and
The recovery still seemed hollow.
The recovery still seemed hollow.
Casting my eyes out the open window, a hushing
Casting my eyes out the open window, a hushing
Breeze bandaged my skin,
Breeze bandaged my skin,
Like a sombre blanket covering
Like a sombre blanket covering
The past, soon my future, in the present back within.
The past, soon my future, in the present back within.
Through the window bloomed charming caterwauling,
Through the window bloomed charming caterwauling,
Flourishing in silk woven amber
Flourishing in silk woven amber
Laced to the swooning sleeves of a single sapling
Laced to the swooning sleeves of a single sapling
And christened by chirping children, who lumber
And christened by chirping children, who lumber
Across each fragile philosophy,
Across each fragile philosophy,
Differences divide, no queen nor pawn.
Differences divide, no queen nor pawn.
The bishops lost his corny crown, now tumbling in joyous catastrophe
The bishops lost his corny crown, now tumbling in joyous catastrophe
Every piece grins, right and wrong no longer torn.
Every piece grins, right and wrong no longer torn.
And the knights chanting with all his friends
And the knights chanting with all his friends
of fiery colours he hopes never to end.
of fiery colours he hopes never to end.
And The king cheers for celebration
And The king cheers for celebration
Wishing this to be his coronation.
Wishing this to be his coronation.
And the rook is launching flamboyant shrubs
And the rook is launching flamboyant shrubs
Whistling in pride for gorgeous cherubs.
Whistling in pride for gorgeous cherubs.
Every soul merged to one,
Every soul merged to one,
No less. No more. No rich. No poor.
No less. No more. No rich. No poor.
Sparkling ambience sung alive and done.
Sparkling ambience sung alive and done.
Creating harmony, creating an addictive paradise, a state of awe.
Creating harmony, creating an addictive paradise, a state of awe.
As I stare out my hospital window, I feel no pain.
As I stare out my hospital window, I feel no pain.
No stainless stitches, no hollow brain.
No stainless stitches, no hollow brain.
A smile wakes my heart and I no longer hear
A smile wakes my heart and I no longer hear
The torturous pulse of my medical gear.
The torturous pulse of my medical gear.
So embrace this cosy season. Let it be said,
So embrace this cosy season. Let it be said,
That today we live, and tomorrow we dread.
That today we live, and tomorrow we dread.