Pack

An Ode to a Pack

Born in 1990

Light green and faded purple

Zips, hidden pockets and lots of straps

Macpac is your name

You’re faded and battered

Buckle missing

Zips are stiff

Inside you it’s crumbly

Cats bed covered with fur

Once an exciting life you lead

Oh the many places you’ve been

Scottish highlands chasing the morning mist

Dusty roadsides covered in red ants

Flung in the back of utes

Speeding through the African plains

A pillow on a long train ride

A seat to rest on when waiting

A slide down a snowy slope

Australia

Austria

Albania

Bulgaria

South Africa

Egypt

Morocco

Malta

Scotland

France

Germany

Slovenia

Check

Poland

Turkey

Macedonia

Losotho

Zimbabwe

Malawe

Kualalumpur

Soel

Spain

Portugal

Italy

Corfu

Isle of Skye

England

Hungry

Mount Ruapehu

Mount Taranaki

Waikato River

Rangitki River

Whanganui River

Zambezie River

South Africa

Now you embark on an adventure without me

Please do stay good and true

Serve your companion well

Oh long time friend, I love you

An assortment of Personification

The metro is an under ground train. It travels under Paris like a bunch of monsters running. The metro can be all sorts of colours. How does it move, I wonder.

Mackala

Behold the glow in the dark quilt

The glow in the dark  quilt it's like it
can see you were ever you go.
It's like a beast trying to
track you down .
It's the monster.
What does it feel like,
And what can it do,
And it will never smile.

Lizzie

Behold the proud stony lion
sit's satisfied on his
 resting concrete base
 watching Parisians walk past
but he wants to be with his pride.
by Samuel and Daniel.

Amazing proud beast
curious from his resting place
waiting for someone to notice him
he is a lonely king
roaring
waiting
enchanted handsome lion

The Louvre
in the corner of my eye is a giant
pyramid called the Louvre
it’s like I’m in ancient Egypt
With very old buildings
and paintings too.
With rusty old
picture
frames.
As you
walk down
old golden
hall made
of rusty old
iron. Who is my maker?

The metro is a train staision.
It is like a tunle.
In Paris under the ground it lies there with the rumbling of trians
in side.
The trains go as fast as a tornado.
Oh you extra fast beast.
How fast do I acherly go?

Evie

confident brave king
midnight black lion
adventuring through the Paris town
looking at the twilight sky
suddenly he lets out a deafening roooaaarrr
He waits and waits
he gets really lonley
He stands and watches the colerful cars zoom past
satisfied

by Emma and Annika