Lesson 3: Analyzing & Composing poem
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Analyse the following poem
The Son is in Secondary School by Affran Sa'at
My badge has a Latin motto
Hope for the future
The future is hope
Or something
At times black crows try to interrupt
When we sing the National Anthem
It is difficult to maintain
The whiteness of my shoes
Especially on Wednesdays
I must admit there is something quite special
About the bare thighs of hardworking scouts
The Malay chauffeurs
Who wait for my schoolmates
Sit on the car park kerb
Telling jokes to one another
Seven to the power of five is unreasonable
On Chinese New Year
Mrs Lee dressed up
In a sarong kebaya
And sang Bengawan Solo
The capital of Singapore is Singapore
My best friend did a heroic thing once
Shaded all A's
For his Chinese Language
Multiple-choice paper
In our annual yearbook
There is a photograph of me
Pushing a wheelchair and smiling
They caught me
At the exact moment
When my eyes were actually closed
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- What are the poet's thoughts? What were his feelings as he think back on these ?
- Think back on our days in Primary School. Do you share the same sentiments? What were your memories of those days? Write a poem of no less than 4 stanzas.
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Regards,
Balan.
He hopes for the best in future. He feels the school is not singing loud enough for the national anthem. He feels that there is no need for a rule where the shoes must be clean as he finds it difficult to keep his shoes from getting dirty. He feels that being a scout is great. He is jealous of his schoolmates who have chaffeurs. He does not like mathematics. He feels disappointed when his picture shows him closing his eyes.
ReplyDeleteMy days in Primary school was enjoyable
With memorable experiences to share
It is the beginning from childhood to teenager
The end of childhood playfulness
It is a small hill to overcome
There will be many more hills in time to come
The school motto has a deep meaning
Joy in learning and Pure in act
The start of a new beginning in Secondary school
But I know I will make it if I just study hard
1P427(Evan)
-The poet hopes he will have a good future.
ReplyDelete-He might have regretted for not singing the National Anthem loud enough.
-He feels that there is no need to keep his shoes clean.
-He thinks that being a scout is a enjoyable and special experience.
1P418 (Elton)
-He was envious that his schoolmates had chaffeurs to drive them home.
-He disliked Maths.
-He recalls Mrs Lee singing.
-He thinks Singapore is a small country.
-He remembered that his best friend disliked and did not care about Chinese.
-The poet regretted closing closing his eyes when the photograph on the annual yearbook was taken.
My poem
My days in Primary school were horrible,
where a schoolmate whom I called "Cannibal",
who stole my things and did not repent.
And Oh no!
Why did I shout "No"?
Because that Cannibal has entered Hwa Chong too!
My Primary school Chinese teachers,
whom my class had to listen to her lectures,
scolded innocent students for no exact reasons.
And Oh yes!
I have come to a new school-
the start of a education life,
and the end of my dreaded primary school life.
Nicholas Lim 1P416
ReplyDeleteThe author was probably feeling nostalgic when he was thinking back on his primary school days. He is embracing them and thinks back at it with joy.
My poem
It is the start of a new year
and many would have to bear
the fear of new faces
and the strange new places
The past seems so wonderful
with friends so plentiful
Remember the canteen stalls
as your friends calls
for you to play a game
But with old ones gone
comes new ones
I shall do my best
with all the rest
Seah Zheng Feng 1P423
ReplyDeleteThe poet was hoping for his future as he recalls his primary school days. Hardly anyone in his primary school is proud to sing the national anthem.
He feels that mantaining his shoe clean is rather difficult especially on Wednesdays.Probably because he goes to his physical education lessons on the field where he dirties his shoes easily.
He feels that being a scout is enjoyable. He is jealous of his schoolmates who have chaffeurs. He does not like mathematics,because he feels that he does not do well in it.He regrets closing his eyes during the annual class photograph taking.
My Poem
It is the start of a new year
at a new school
As I look at my new classroom
and classmates
I recall something
My primary school days
My friends,
My teachers,
My Principals,
Their faces are
still very vivid
Lessons were fun
I loved maths
Scoring As for maths
was a routine
Memories are dear to me
Whatever days or years pass
My primary school days
will still have
a place in my heart
The poet thinks of all the little memories that happened in his primary school, as to him, this daily events that happened in school are the things that is always remembered, like singaing the national anthem, seeing the chinese new year events where they can see their teacher dressed in traditional costumes and performing, or maybe just some mischievous things that his friends does. Its these little things that are unforetable. The poet feels nostlagic as he writes his poem and also quite happy. We can see that from his one sentenced stanzas after every paragraph. The poet misses his primary school very much and he also misses more importantly primary school life.
ReplyDeleteMy poem:
Good memories
The hallways and classrooms,
the canteen and the void deck,
Oh, just so good memories,
that i will bever forget.
"Hey let's play catching!"
Eric shouts,
And everybody starts,
running about.
That special teacher,
who taught us so much.
I guess I regret,
not treasuring how much,
that she gave to us.
Leaving behind the memories
Of michieve and laughs,
Now it's not about
who gets first in class,
Now it's about,
whose memories will last.
I'll miss my friends,
My teacher,
My school.
My Primary school,
I love you!
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ReplyDelete1p420 samson sim
ReplyDeleteI think that the author doesnt understand the motto of the school.He also recalls the daily events in his school life , like the morning assembly and crows that fly around the courtyard from time to time. He thinks that its very hard to maintain a squeeky clean shoes by the time the middle of the week comes. He also feels that the scouts are very special as they are able to march in the scorhing sun.He is also envious of his classmates, who have chauffeur to send them home.He dislike math.He recalls the little ironies that happen during his school events, like when his teacher dressed in a malay costume during a chinese festival.From the poem with can conclude that the author misses his school days alot.
Poem:
It starts in the morning
when we all wake up
As we stroll into the gates
where there will be guards
We step into the court yard
Where we mingle with friends
Soon we are seated in groups or pairs
With the same uniform , tables , and chairs
Another days education, Which we all can share
It happens every day
It happens every time
It just goes on
But soon you find yourself in an alien world
Where you will have loads of stress
Guess what ,your old friends are not there
And when you're back in bed ,you close your eyes
Then you say "Oh, how i wish i was back in those days"
Chen Deng Hang ( 1P402 )
ReplyDeleteAll the things written in the poem is some part of daily primary school life. He was probably thinking about what happened during his days in primary school when he wrote this poems. What his friends did, what could be seen at the school. All these have been incorporated inside the poem. At the end of the poem, there was a touch of humour, as he made fun of himself, saying that a photo was taken of him with his eyes closed. But what he was trying to say was that, he would never have a chance to take another photo for the annual yearbook at the primary school again.
Poem:
Early in the morning,
every weekday,
I wake up,
not to watch the sunrise,
but to go to school.
When I step into the school,
I hear a noise,
It's not the early bird's chirping,
It is the sound of my friends talking.
All too soon,
The bell rang,
There was the sound of moving feet,
when everybody returns to class.
The bell rang again,
not to signal
the beginning of the day,
but to signal the end of the day.
1p419 (Roy Sim)
ReplyDeleteThe poet had thinking about his childhood life where he had enjoyed and had many different experiences and growing up to be who he is now he would miss these times as he thinks backs on them, knowing that these were memorable moments.but he had bad times as he dislike math.He recalls the little ironies that happen during his school events, like when his teacher dressed in a malay costume during a chinese festival,but netherless,he still misses his school days alot.
poem:
have you ever wondered,
wats going to happen?
now?later or in the future?
but you never know,
and all you can do,
is live and hope,
as times reveal,
you may end up sharing,reading or having fun..
1P426
ReplyDeleteHe thinks back to those days as a child and relives his memories. He wants to enjoy them once again.
My poem:
Secondary school is a place everyone has to go
Even I have no eception
We need to leave those close firends
Whom we have made with in Primary school
Now it is the time
When we have to bid farewell
But we find it difficult to leave
All those we cherish since 7
However all of us need to move on
To get better education
Rathar than stay at a spot and not move
Yes, although Secondory school life is tough
None of us can avoid it
Even I have no exception
The author hopes for a brighter future and thinks of his past school life. It is the tiny details that he treasured the most such as singing the national anthem. He also envies their classmates as they had a chauffeur to fetch them.
ReplyDeletePoem:
The bell was ringing
The birds were chirping
Another day starts and
goes again
Oh! How I missed
the old school days
The teachers were caring
My friends were fun and
helped me when in need
The classroom may be
solid and bare
but to me
it holds dear memories
The teachers filled
my empty head with
new things here
Oh! How I wish
I can go back
to the past
But life goes on
1P433 Zhou Zhennan
ReplyDeleteI think the poet cannot forget the memories in his primary school as he think back. I think he feels disconsolate as he cannot forget the primary school memories and started to recall the memories.
My poem:
The primary school life
was a unforgettable memory
it is certainly unearasable
and it is an unforgettable shimmery
When I first entered
my primary school
i was so helpless
sitting on the classroom stool.
But after a few days
I got used to it
I started knowing friends
and play with them
My primary memories
is a treasure for me
no one can take it away
from me.
1P431(Zhang Jing)
ReplyDeleteThe poet recalls the the events that had happened when he was in his primary school. He remembered clearly the things which had happened in his former school, like singaing the national anthem, watching the chinese new year events where the teachers dressed in traditional costumes and performed on the stage and his friends being mischievous in the test.The author was feeling nostalgic when he recalls his primary school days. He is embracing them and thinks with joy.
My poem: Done by Zhang Jing
Coming to a new school
Fear of the new faces
Fear of the results
Fear to be failture
I recalled my primary days
It is so wonderful
Full of joy and happiness
Remembering the school's hall
where we gather everyday
where we play a game
With a new one coming
The old one will be gone
I will do my best
With the rest
The poet is reminiscing his past. He tells the reader a lot of his secondary schoolmemories, some of which are quite trival. From this we can tell that the author had a memorable secondary school life.
ReplyDeleteFrom the author's recount of his memories, we can dedeuce his personality. I managed to deduce that
1) He does not care much about the school's motto
2) He tries to keep his shoes clean
3) He admires scouts
4) He dislikes work
5 He laughs a Singapore for being small
My poem:
RING!!
yawn
RING!!
pushing myself out of bed,
I crawl to breakfast
Beep!
Beep!
The school bus moans
I rush to the bus,
panting like a dog
Keep quiet!!
The teacher warns
Immediately, the class turns silent,
as if we had all turned mute
The lessons goes on
Yes!
Yipee!
Ring!
School is over!
In a frenzy, the class is gone
1P407
ReplyDeleteI think the poet was recalling all the things that had happened in Primary school. He is unsure of his school motto and remembered black crows interupting the singing of the national anthem as they make a lot of noise. The poet finds it difficult to maintain the whiteness of his shoes, especially on wednesday as that is probably the day of Physical Education lesson and he has to go to the muddy field. The poet also thinks that the scouts are great. He is also envious of his schoolmates, as they have drivers to pick them up from school and send them home.The poet is not a fan of math as he finds it challenging. He remembers Mrs Lee, dressing up in a sarong kebaya and singing a malay song on chinese new year. There was also a picture of the poet in the yearbook and he was unhappy that his eyes were closed when the picture was taken. From the poem, I can conclude that he had enjoyed his Primary school life.
I enjoyed my Primary school life as it was filled with exicitement. I think I share the same sentiments as the poet. I remember the days when we would all gather together during recess to play soccer, and would always come back to class sweaty, getting scolded by the teacher.
MY POEM < I Remember>
I remember my Primary school life clearly
and would never forget it...
I remember the days of taking public bus to school, fighting with the crowd,
running to school and making it there seconds before the bell rings.
I remember the lessons I went through,
the worst teachers,
the nicest teachers,
and all my wonderful classmates.
And lastly,
I remember the last day of school,
where everyone was sad to leave.
we were all having one last chat before the bell ring, chatting about how we would always, remmeber this school.
Tan Tiang Teck (1P424)
ReplyDeleteThe poet was probably thinking about his Primary school years, and reminiscing about the more memorable experiences during those six years. He could have thought that school was unfair at some point as he noticed that some of his classmates have Malay chauffeurs to send them home. Also, he could have disliked math as he thinks that a math sum his teacher gave him, was too difficult as shown in the stanza, 'seven to the power of five is unreasonable.'
He may also regret that his eyes were closed during the annual yearbook photography session as he may never be able to participate in the yearbook photography session again.
My Poem:
I wake up every day,
rushing to catch the school bus.
When I finally arrive at school,
the national anthem had already started playing.
It was at that time I knew,
that I was already late.
It was time for a test.
Which I did not prepare for.
I used to complain about all these things,
but now I do not.
Now that I am in Secondary school,
my workload greatly increased.
Now that I think of it,
Primary school was not so bad
The poet thinks of his school life as an interesting one, because he experienced humour, regret, frustration and hope.
ReplyDeleteHe hopes for a bright future, regrets not singing the National Anthem loud enough because he does not have any more chances of singing it together as a school again.
He is frustrated at the fact that there is a rule which says that all shoes must be clean and white, because they get very dirty easily.
He likes being a scout, and is jealous of other students who have Malay chaffeurs.
He definitely is frustrated with Math, and remembers one Chinese New Year whereby his teacher Mrs Lee dressed up in a Malay costume and sang a song of another culture.
He feels that Singapore is a small country, and remembers his best friend, who did not care about Chinese.
Lastly, he regretted closing his eyes the very moment his photo was being taken for the annual yearbook, because that was his only chance of having his photo in the yearbook.
Thinking back to my primary school days, I feel the same sentiments like the poet. My memories of primary school was also interesting; there was joy, regret, hate, hope, satisfaction, embarassment, fulfillment and frustration. I am already starting to feel nostalgic about those days.
My poem:
My primary school days,
we have all gone different ways.
But the same memories we share,
about school life - how we fare.
Memories are interesting,
Bittersweet or sour.
I think they are all precious,
as there can never be the same.
Joy, hate, humour, embarassment,
all these feeling are common
in my primary school life.
But how rare they are now!
Hope for a bright future,
one that is full of adventure.
Though most of us may hope
for us to go back in time.
Primary School Life, how longing I hope for it!
The writer is thinking of his old school and how patriotic they were when they were singing.
ReplyDeleteHe talks about the cleanliness on their shoes which probably infers they played sports during those days. Or either because of his scouts CCA.
He then reflects on envying the rich pupils in his school who have their personal chaffeurs.
He then talks more on being patriotic and reflects on the funny and good times he had with his friends.
I was once a timid boy
Who always seemed to cry
Never did I think that i could actually
Top the school!!!
How lucky i was
but last it did not
For then i had to work
Just to gain my grades
The teachers there were nice
and so are the ones right here
Trust we all have in them
to let us score too well
I once had funny dreams
that failure was hard to come
Looks like i could be wrong
in just a single term
1P421
I think the author does not know anything about his school motto. He feels that he will be lucky next time as the future is hope. He also thinks that the school did not put their heart and soul into singing the national anthem which is why they can hear black crows interrupting. He must be playing soccer on Wednesday which is why the shoe is dirty because of the mud. The sun must be warm enough to for the scouts that they want their legs to be cooled by the wind. The author envy the Malays as they are rich and could afford a chauffeur to fetch them home. The author does not like Math. The author thinks that Mrs Lee is trying to hide her identity of a Chinese. The author feels that he know Singapore a lot. His friend does not care much about his grades. In conclusion, he likes the way it is in primary school.
ReplyDeletePoem:
Early in the morning before the bell rang
we walk pass the gates and up the stairs.
We went to the classroom and put our bags
and then we ran to the hall to sing the anthem.
It will be boring English first
followed by Math
As we waited anticipatedly
For recess
During recess we run and play
but will be sad on rainy days.
"Oh No!" Its past nine and we rush to class before teacher come and scold us.
Boring lessons again and again.
and now we wait for the school to end.
"Oh yes" its dismissal time or maybe not
we still have CCA oh please hope not.
This is the life in primary school days.
I miss it so much that i want to stay.
Maybe we can't but there's still a way
How about persuading our teachers now to do the same.
The author somehow reminds me how one mostly talks about the physical past, like shading A's for an OAS. We do not talk much of how we felt then, rather, feel the nostalgia.
ReplyDeleteMy Poem :
Those Doors lead to
a place i once called "hell"
They don't look the same
like how i remembered it to be.
I see the school buses
the "uncles" chatting happily
students much smaller than i am
like how i remembered it to be.
The staff room then filled
with teachers marking papers
rather tearing them in dissapointment
like how i remembered it to be.
Then i see my friends there
all gone their separate ways
all "grown up" now
like how i remembered it to be.
The place i once hated
the place i now loved
these feelings in me
like how i remembered it to be
The poet thinks of the little ironies that he had in his childhood days. For example, on Chinese New Year, his teacher, Mrs Lee, dresses up as a Malay and sang a Malay song. He also talks about how black crows try to interrupt when they sing the National Anthem. This shows that he did not enjoy his school life as much as he had wanted to. Another example is in the 1st stanza, when he said, "Hope for the future The future is hope Or something". The last line states that he did not actually like his school as he did not show respect to it.
ReplyDeleteMy Poem
Once upon a time I scribbled on a piece of paper
about me and you together,
friends forever.
The paper which is as dull a memory as mine.
Memory with unlimited GB.
As time passes by, it turns into MB,
then to KB.
I search high and low
to find our lost memories
that were supposed to last,
but where can it be?
Your image become just like the waves,
coming and vanishing.
But the memories of us
will be like the heart,
hidden, but never forgotten.
The poet thinks about his primary school life, remebering the things that happened. For example,the crows trying to disturb them while they are singing their national anthem,his teacher wearing a malay sarong and singing a malay song during chinese new year and also his own photograph being taken when his eyes were closed. This shows that the poet treasured his primary school life or he wouldn't think about it.
ReplyDeleteMy Poem
My primary school life was wonderful,
Every momment in school enjoyable,
The cries of joy from my friends and pals
My primary school life was wonderful,
We went through think and thin togethere,
Help each other during difficult times of PSLE
However, now it's all gone,
We went on our separate ways,
To our own dream school,
Maybe not having a chance to meet again
But thanks to modern day technology,
We can still keep in touch,
Through SMS and MSN!
So my good pals and friends,
Let us all keep the wonderful times in our minds,
And treasure it for life!
he poet is recalling. He is trying to say that he could have done more during those days, he could have made full use of the time.
ReplyDeletehe author does not appreciate that he has Singapore to live in.he thinks it is small.
He thinks scouts are cool.
He tries to keep his shoes clean , about always
So i can say that he is the type that cares about only his own well being.
My poem is titled as i recall,
As i recall, the primary school days,
we were all unfazed.
As we couldnt bear ,
to leave, just for my own welfare
that last day was spent,
of leaving we had no intent.
1P409 Jaw Li Wen
ReplyDeleteWell I think that the writer feels that the time spent in Primary School was bunch of good memories as compared to his Secondary School days. There were much differences between Primary School and Secondary School. Firstly was the school's badge. The writer could not remember the motto of his primary school and that showed how long ago that was when he was in primary school. Although it was a long time, the writer could still remember the interesting events that happened during those days, telling us that primary school life is worth remembering.
Some of the events that the writer remembered in his primary school life was the time during assembly. " At times black crows tried to interupt " Everyone knows that crows are very loud animals. However the crows TRIED to interupt them. This shows some uncertainty about the fact that the crows were loud against the voice of the writer's primary school.
It was also hard to mantain the whiteness of the writer's shoes. This showed the amount of fun that the writer had during his primary school days. The writer said that there was something special about scouts. Maybe this was to show that at the point of time, the writer wanted to be a scout.
There was a differece in the financial state of pupil's in the primary school. Some could afford chauffeurs while some had to walk or take the public transport.
Next, the writer thinks back on the subjects that were learnt during primary school. It was so much easier as compared to now. The level of stress was also much lower.The number of subject was also lessor.
Then he recalled that the celebartions that were held in school, especially a funny action that his teacher did. How happy it was to be there.
He also remembered the mischief that his friend was up to and the innocent way that they treated examinations and tests then.
LASTLY, the wrtiter wanted a happy ending by saying that his eyes were close in a picture of a year book. A year book is usually given at the end of the year which signifies an end.
Well I must say that my Primary school life was similiar to that of the writer - a happy and enjoyable one - and I really miss it.
Here is my poem:
They tell us to treasure it
before we become like them.
But we laugh
And make fun of it
They tell us to treasure it
before you become like them.
But we wave their comments away.
And say that what we are suppose to treasure
Is too stressful.
They tell us to treasure it
before you become like them.
But we say that we want
To grow up quickly so that our parents will give us freedom
They tell us to treasure it
before you become like them.
But we take it for granted.
After the nerve racking period is over,
So as the December holidays,
We get to be like them,
And we know
And we regret not treasuring.
But all that is left for us to do
Is to tell the next batch,
To treasure their primary school life before
You become like us, a Secondary school student
The poet had a very deep feeling for his childhood life, because his childhood is filled with different elements.
ReplyDelete- He felt happy being with his friends.
- He felt that his best friend was a joke in his test.
- He felt that the Malay charffeurs were friendly towards each other.
He felt a lot of positive things about his childhood, and felt that most of the people he encountered were very nice.
Though, he hated math. He hated tests. And all of his friends, including him, hated singing the National Anthem.
The poet, at the same time, hoped for a better future.
My poem
Sailing across the sea,
or rather,
soaring across,
I came to meet thee.
The students were not
at all friendly.
That's because,
I'm not.
Through the ages,
I grew.
Through the ages,
I made friends.
Homework was never,
a problem.
No one does that anyway,
no one cared.
Storming through the prefects,
sneaking past the teachers.
We slipped past them,
and mature.
Homework, checked.
Project, checked.
Anything extra, checked.
Revision, oh my!
Laziness had being,
the value of life.
No one, no one
can deny.
Graduation,
at last.
Alas,
tears.
Thee, a school
of hope,
of exile,
and of life.
ZhangYinghan 1P432
ReplyDeleteAnalyse:
I think the writer is hoping for the future while mesmerizing all the little,tiny things that make up his memory of his primary school. For example, singing of national anthem,his shoes, the chauffers of his schoolmate and his friend's heroic act,he was trying to remember all the happy,funny things that he was once enjoying, while comparing with what he was today,a secondary school student with loads of homework, not able to be as relax, as happy anymore.
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My poem:
Six years of primary school life,
gone with a blink,
how I envy those primary school kids,
yet my primary school life was gone,
forever gone!
Remembering me laugh,
remembering me cry,
remembering all my emotions,
be it bitter,sour or sweet.
Remembering my classmates,
remembering my fierce discipline masters,
remembering my principal,
remembering anyone in my primary school.
How I envy those primary school kids,
yet my primary school life is gone,
forever gone!
The author does not really know whad his school motto is and feels that the crows are irritating since they interrupt when they are trying to sing the national anthem.
ReplyDeleteHe feels that the school should not make them wear white shoes since they are very difficult to maintain. He likes the scouts and he is jealous of his friends who have malay chauffeurs to fetch them home after school.
He hated maths since he thought it was too difficult. He also felt it ironic since his teacher, Mrs Lee sang a malay song and wore malay clothes during Chinese New Year.
He feels that shading all A's during a test is heroic and daring.
He is also a bit angry since he was photographed with his eyes closed.
My Poem:
When i was younger,
I went to school.
It was a place filled with fun,
and laughter too.
I shared fun times with my friends,
and there was good food too.
There were bad times too,
The time when i failed my test,
Or the time I quarrelled with my best friend.
But now its on to secondary school,
There will be worse times,
But better times too!
The poet was thinking about his experience in primary school. He was probably realling the daily events which happened, for example singing the national anthem, and seeing his teacher dressed in a Malay costume although it was Chinese New Year. The poet also felt nostalgic when he was recalling about his childhood.
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My poem:
Algebra
Lectures
Recess
Detention
Homework
Laughter
Teachers
All fall in one category: school
Everyday as I walk pass the school gates
I see cleaners, guards and some teachers
As I walk into the canteen
I see people munching on biscuits,
slurping noodles
and students bumping into each other
I walk into my classroom
and see students studying,
throwing paper planes, chasing each other
and occasionally seeing
some students drawing on the white board
This is school, my second home
Never will I forget you!
Lee Jia Shing (1P415)
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ReplyDeleteHe is hoping for a bright future. Then he talks about the past. Saying that some people (crows) don't sing the National Anthem. Or literally crows do interrupt but they always sing loud enough, the word try provides the evidence. He says that it rains regularly on Wednesdays or he plays most that day. He says that the scouts are strong and muscular. And that his rich school mates have Malay Chauffeurs who wait at school to bring them home.I don't get the next stanza. Maybe he dislikes maths? He says Singapore is for Singaporeans. And his friend is either stupid or very brave. His photo was taken when he blink.
ReplyDeleteMy Poem
I miss primary school...
My friends were great there.
But there's nothing wrong with those I have here.
The days were simpler then.
Not the technology,
but simply because of work and play.
Though after Primary 4,
came Primary 5, it was a long year.
With PSLE coming near.
When primary 6 came.
I knew I had a big choice to make
At my crossroads of life...
When it was gone,
I chose the right path, I think...
What are the poet's thoughts? What were his feelings as he think back on these ?
ReplyDelete1. In my opinion, I think the poet is reminiscing his past during his schooldays. He seems to enjoy the memories of his childhood and is recalling of his memorable secondary school life which left him with great memories. In addition, he still remembers the some small, little stuff in his childhood and this shows that he really misses his childhood. At the same time, the poet is also thinking of his future and looks forward to it. But the poet is also worried and doubtful of his future as he showed some uncertaincy in the first stanza of his poem. This also shows the poet is already adult now but still reluctant to face the problems in the future alone by himself. He really misses his childhood when he does not need to worry about his future and can play around with his best friends.
From the poem of his recount of his childhood, I can infer his personality. The poem shows that he enjoys his childhood and will think about his future. In addition, he likes to give sarcastic remarks says that Singapore is small. He always does thing without being serious and is rude as he laughs at his school crest. However, he admires the hardworking scouts as he mentioned that "there is something quite special
about the bare thighs of hardworking scouts".
From the poem, the poet is feeling kind of nostlagic as he recalls his childhood which left him with deep memories. The poem shows that the poet still remembers and misses his secondary school life. At the same time, the poet also shows joy and is mesmerized while recalling his childhood. Hence, the poet is sort of enjoyed of his childhood as he still remembered it.
Think back on our days in Primary School. Do you share the same sentiments? What were your memories of those days? Write a poem of no less than 4 stanzas.
My poem (Unforgettable memories):
Looking back on my primary school life,
There’s nothing but joy,
Six years on seventh heaven is what I call life,
Going through motions that are truly alive,
But the ride is not long-life,
Six years of primary school life,
Disappeared in a blink of an eye,
But things still continued and this is life.
School is like a daily routine for us,
Some will make a great fuss,
Some think that school is a torture chamber,
Some look forward to the holidays in December.
Life in Primary School is enjoyable,
It is never regrettable.
But some feel very bored,
And some feel that school is such a chore,
In my primary school,
I experienced many things, they are so cool!
I had seen people crying,
Seen people fighting.
I had seen friends playing,
Seen people laughing,
I had seen good friends helping,
And seen friendships been destroyed.
My primary school,
A home where I cherish moments.
Teachers are my parents,
Classmates are my siblings.
Now it's the end of my primary school life,
it's the beginning of independence.
I learned to cherish,
I learned to treasure.
1P428 Nixon Tong
ReplyDeleteHe remembers the days he spent in school. As he recalls the daily events, he somewhat coments about the rules of the school which he disagrees.
Though he has bad comments of the school, he would still remember the humorous momments of his school life.
My Poem
Six years of primary school life,
Six years of memories full of fun,
Recalling those days, I begun to realise
that I haven't cherished school life.
Going to a new school,
full of strangers and unfamiliar places,
makes me realise that I miss my old school
however big this new one is.
As I start a new journey,
I recall those memories of school,
leaving friends behind,
making new ones in the process.
Entering this school,
Leaving the old one behind,
Has taught me to cherish,
My memories.