Time to get off the train and there’s a special sight! I can see a broken ship and it is called a ship wreck. I can see a great big blue whale swimming with me under the sea. See? I can see a sting ray smiling at me. We’re going to France, under the sea, what shall I see? A fish chasing me! What else shall I We’re going in a tunnel, what shall I see? I see my own reflection smiling at me. We’re going on a journey, what shall I see? I see a squirrel climbing up a tree. After my soup, I pick up my books and the little stationery that I have and head to school. My mother blesses it, then takes a bowl, fills it with the water and puts it over the fire to make soup. It is my job to bring the water to my family from the clean water well five miles from the village. I see their faces and abandon my shroud of despondency. It propels me forward.ĩ miles gone, 1 to go. I think of my family and the love they give to me. My body screams for rest but as my father always says, to rest is a sign of weakness, so I carry on walking. My tribe believe it is a gift from Enkai, our God. I was a hero in my eyes.ĥ miles gone, 5 to go. I was afraid they would bite my ankles but when I approached them, I couldn’t see them and I had clearly won the battle. I used to throw stones at them to scare them away. I used to think these were monsters coming from the depths below. I see the heat waves rising from the ground. I need to hurry if I don’t want to be caught in the sun’s scorching rays. The singing, the dancing, the joy it gives me and my tribe. The people of my village are endlessly smiling. I cannot bring myself to see why people are miserable. Despite the death, cheerfulness is eternal. I think of the famine that ruthlessly rules Kenya. In the distance, I think I see a pride of lions lazing around under the cover of shade, their faces peering out of the abundant grass.ġ mile gone, 9 to go. A giraffe peers over a large tree, chewing a mouthful of leaves. Mammoth elephants wander the land aimlessly in herds. The endless grasslands of the plain are littered with wildlife. You get a marvellous view from the mountain that our lonely village is on. I take a moment to stare at the majestic African scenery. My entire body radiates pain in vast waves. It was sometimes observed that he never once smiledįor his own decayed teeth were so shamefully filed! He’d coax open the jaws of the most stubborn child. Whilst his own breath reeked like a maggoty peach.ĭiligent and thorough, yet his manner was mild, The aspiring celebs, he’d whiten with bleach, “Never eat sweets” to the children he’d teach. Good flossing and brushing, he would always beseech, He removed all their plaque, however smelly,įlecks sometimes landing on his ample belly. Were kindly distracted with the overhead telly. Nervous patients, legs trembling like jelly,
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2017 WRITING CHALLENGE HOW TO
She learns how to have peace in your home: There will be more stress in this here town.īack to her office she purposefully strides Now, she thinks, where’s the fun in that?īreathe, she thinks, deep breath, calm down Today, she cycles to work (she owns no car) Which she claimed fulfilled her every need Her only wish was to relieve others’ stress Her complexion was smooth, beautifully clear Her hair was glossy, Butterscotch (No.3). So here are the winning poems… Under 11 1st Place Thanks to their hard work and diligence we have a fantastic selection of winners whose writing really spoke to us and captured some of the magic of the Canterbury Tales. We were incredibly impressed by the quality of the writing and it was very tough to pick the shortlists.įortunately, we had the help of three wonderful judges Patience Agbabi, Gail Ashton and Stephen Fry. Over five hundred young writers entered The Canterbury Tales Writing Competition 2017/18. We loved reading your poems and stories and hope that you will enter our latest writing competition, on the theme of Be Careful What You Wish For, which is now open for entrants.
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