My Roots

Tuesday 5^th Feb.

In English class we read a poem called roots which is written by Louise Phyn which was a past  year 13 student at my highschool. I really like this poem.

Here is that poem:

Roots

See the girl                                                                       

See the girl standing                                              

Like a mast in the beached waka.                               

                                                               

The wind is trying

Hi best                                                                  

To uproot the girl                                     

To whip her into the open mouth

Of the

Great

Black

Sky

The wind has angered the sand

And it swirls

In a frenzy of white

And grates

At the face

Of the little mast girl

And her grey silhouette

Dissolves in the sea.

      but

See the girl standing             

 the little mast girl

Is also a tree

And her roots stand strong

Like a mast in the beached waka.                               

                                                              

In class we talked about the the word roots in the poem and what it could mean. My class all agreed on the roots of the girl meant the things the girl holds dearly which makes her strong like roots of a tree.

We all had a brainstorm of what our roots are.

My roots are my famil,y, you (lucy), past achievement, art, music, documentaries, movies, books, my trip to Hong Kong this year, my love to travel, my beliefs and values, EGGS, Quotes, my culture and heratige.

I really look forward ,to write this piece of writing .Talking about my roots and myself.

 I like this topic because it is very relevant to this day, to us teenagers. Since we are all trying to find things which makes us strong, since life in the future may not be as stable. The things we think which may make us strong maybe destroyed by a little bit of experimentation like Drugs and alcohol. We are also contstantly wanting to find ourselves and thinking about our future.

 I want you: Lucy to write a post about what are your roots and what they mean to you.

-      Cinny

-      I miss you lots