Hello my name is Nate and I am going to tell you some stuff about me. I am fourteen years old, I have lived in a little town called Kalbarri for my whole life, It is located north on Perth in western Australia. I have only been out of western Australia once, that was for a holiday to Bali for a week. And that was in year four when I was pretty young so I can’t really remember It that well. I live pretty close to the School which is good because if i’m late for school I can ride there really quickly. As I said before, Kalbarri is a pretty small town with a population of roughly two thousand people. We usually swim in the river in Summer, and in Winter we usually go down town and walk around and find something to do.

About Me 11/10/2016

My name is Gisele. I am thirteen years old; I am from Kalbarri, Western Australia. I am 5ft 6 and I have one older sister, her name is Laney and she lives in Perth. My mum is Lisa and my dad is Glenn, they live in Kalbarri with me. I also have one dog called Soxyboi she is a white and brown jack Russel, we called her Soxyboi because her feet are white and her body is brown. I have been living in Kalbarri since I was 3. I go to Kalbarri District High School; it is a very small school.

I do gymnastics and dancing. I am in level 8 in gymnastics and this is my second year of dancing. This year I had a dance competition and I placed in everything I danced in and just last month I had my gymnastics comp and I came second overall. On December the 3^rd we are having or end of year dance concert, I am in 6 dances. My favourite style of dance is modern/jazz, I also really enjoy ballet.

Kalbarri is a small coastal town 592 kilometres north from Perth; Perth is the only big city in Western Australia. Roughly Kalbarri has 1497 people, with about 223 people in our school. Because we are a coastal town we have a lot of beaches and almost everyone surfs in Kalbarri. We do not have any shopping centre; we have an I.G.A and a small supermarket, bakery, café, fishing shop, surf shop and an op shop as well as a souvenir shop.

Kalbarri District High School is the only school in Kalbarri; we have both primary and high school. There are only about 223 kids in our school. I am in year 8 and there are 20 kids in my class. My favourite subject at school is society & environment and sport. There are only 64 days until we finish school, then we get to have our big 6 week summer holidays.

I love memes. My best friends name is Alyssa and her favourite sport is Baseball.

By Gisele

 

 

A duck walked up to a lemonade stand And he said to the man, running the stand “Hey! (Bum bum bum) Got any grapes?” The man said “No, we just sell lemonade. But it’s cold And it’s fresh And it’s all home-made. Can I get you glass?” The duck said, “I’ll pass.” Then he waddled away. (Waddle waddle) ‘Til the very next day. (Bum bum bum bum Bum da-dum) The duck walked up to the lemonade stand And he said to the man, running the stand, “Hey! (Bum bum bum) Got any grapes? The man said “No, like I said yesterday, We just sell lemonade. OK? Why not give it a try?” The duck said, “Goodbye.” Then he waddled away. (Waddle waddle) Then he waddled away. (Waddle waddle waddle) Then he waddled away (Waddle waddle) ‘Til the very next day. (Bum bum bum bum bum ba-dum) When the duck walked up to the lemonade stand And he said to the man running the stand, “Hey! (bum bum bum) Got any grapes? The man said, “Look, this is getting old. I mean, lemonade’s all we’ve ever sold. Why not give it a go?” The duck said, “How ’bout, no.” Then he waddled away (Waddle waddle) Then he waddled away. (Waddle waddle waddle) Then he waddled away (Waddle waddle) ‘Til the very next day. (Bum bum bum bum bum ba-dum) When the duck walked up to the lemonade stand And he said to the man running the stand, “Hey! (Bum bum bum) Got any grapes?” The man said, “THAT’S IT! If you don’t stay away, Duck, I’ll glue you to a tree and leave you there all day, stuck. So don’t get to close!” The duck said, “Adios.” Then he waddled away. (Waddle waddle) Then he waddled away. (Waddle waddle waddle) Then he waddled away (Waddle waddle) ‘Til the very next day. (Bum bum bum bum bum ba-dum) When the duck walked up to the lemonade stand And he said to the man running the stand, “Hey! (Bum bum bum) got any glue?” “What?” “Got any glue?” “No, why would I– oh!” And one more question for you; “Got any grapes?” (Bum bum bum, bum bum bum) And the man just stopped. Then he started to smile. He started to laugh. He laughed for a while. He said, “Come on duck, let’s walk to the store. I’ll buy you some grapes So you won’t have to ask anymore.” So they walked to the store And the man bought some grapes. He gave one to the duck and the duck said, “Hmm… No thanks. But you know what sounds good? It would make my day. Do you think this store… Do you think this store… Do you think this store…has any… lemonade?”

Last weekend Mum, Dad and I went for a road trip to Karratha to buy a boat that my Dad has been looking at for a while. We left at six in the morning on Saturday and got there at four and on the way we saw some pretty awesome things, such as: ancient rock formations, roadkill and some Wedge tail eagles. For the first couple hours nothing really happened so I got Dad’s laptop out, put a rug over me and watched some movies. We stopped for lunch at Billabong roadhouse and kept driving for a bit, about an hour later Dad’s laptop ran out of juice and I played on my Ipad instead. After driving a little bit more we finally got to Karratha and checked in to the hotel and just lazed around for about half an hour.

After half an hour, we went down to eat dinner. After dinner (and Dessert) we went back to the hotel and went to sleep. The next day we drove to Dampier to meet the guy who was selling the boat, on our way there we saw red dog so we had to go and take a picture of him. After giving the boat a test drive, Mum and I knew Dad was immediately in love with it. After seeing the boat, we went to Kmart to get some stuff. In the end we got everything we needed and some extras. The next day we picked up the boat and drove to Carnarvon because we thought it was a good idea to break up the trip in two days instead on one, and about a hundred  kilometers from Carnarvon we popped our trailer tyre. We stayed the night at the Capricorn caravan park. In the morning at about 8 we hit the road and got home about four in the afternoon. It was a longer trip home because we had the boat, but overall it was a really fun weekend and now we have a sick boat.

Judith Wright                                                                   Jordan Hilton

(May 13^th 1915 Armidale – June 25^th 2000 Canberra)

Judith Wright is an Australian poet, born and raised in New England, NSW. Here she was raised by her father, Phillip Wright and her mother, Ethel, who passed away in 1927. After Phillip was remarried in 1929, Judith stayed with her Aunt and then boarded at New England’s Girls’ School, where she decided to become a poet. She started in Sydney University in 1934. Here she studied philosophy, history, psychology and English without a degree. She became progressively deaf in her twenties and travelled Britain and Europe from 1937 – 1938.

In 1944 Judith became a statistician at the University of Queensland. During World War two she stayed with her father to help on the farms due to the lack of a labour force at the time. At the age of thirty, she met a philosopher by the name of Jack P. McKinney who was 23 years older than her at the time and would become her husband in 1946. They first lived together in a cottage on mount Tambourine and moved later on into a house that was nearby. They were together for many years until Jack died in 1966.

Judith First started to write poems during the late 1930s in some literary books. Her debut poem was called The Moving Image and was published in 1946. Many of her poems at the time were written about wars as they were written during World War 2. One poem, known as ‘The Trains,’ was about the threat of the war that was currently taking place in the pacific. She also wrote many love poems for her husband before and after his death in 1966. A lot of her poetry was also based on the places of which she lived in. New England, Queensland, NSW and the Tambourine Mountains all inspired a lot of her poetry.

This love of the land is what caused Judith to form the Wildlife Preservation Society of Queensland. This society had many campaigns to help preserve many of Australia’s Natural landmarks. They prevented oil drilling around the Great Barrier Reef as it opposed a threat to the ecology of it. Another popular campaign they did was of the prevention of sand drilling on Fraser Island. She sent similar messages through her poems as well. They were about the beauty of nature and how it is critical to ensure that it is maintained.

Judith was quite well known and was highly regarded as a great poet during her career. She edited and assisted many poets. One of them was no other than the aboriginal poet Oodgeroo Noonnuccal. Because of how regarded and talented she was, Judith even won some awards for the poems that she wrote. Some of these awards include the; Graven Leven Prize in 1950, The Robert Frost Memorial Award in 1965 and many more.

Poem Analysis – ‘Trapped Dingo’ By Judith Wright

So here, twisted in steel, and spoiled with red                                                   A

your sunlight hide, smelling of death and fear,                                                  B

they crushed out your throat the terrible song                                                 C

you sang in the dark ranges. With what crying                                                 D

you mourned him! – The drinker of blood, the swift death-bringer        E

who ran with you so many a night; and the night was long.                        C

I heard you, desperate poet, did you hear                                                            B

my silent voice take up the cry? – replying:                                                        D

Achilles is overcome, and Hector dead,                                                                A

and clay stops many a warrior’s mouth, wild singer.                                     E

 

Voice from the hills and the river drunken with rain,                                    A

for your lament the long night was too brief.                                                    B

Hurling your woes at the moon, that old cleaned bone,                                C

till the white shorn mobs of stars on the hill of the sky                                 D

huddled and trembled, you tolled him, the rebel one.                                    E

Insane Andromache, pacing your towers alone,                                               C

death ends the verse you chanted; here you lie.                                               D

The lover, the maker of elegies is slain,                                                                A

and veiled with blood her body’s stealthy sun.                                                 E

 

Subject Matter

The poem is about the slow death of a wild dingo by the hands of hunter, specifically through some sort of trap. The poem emphasises that it was slow and very painful for the dingo as it was going into the cry of the dingo and the long nights of avoiding the hunter. But it eventually got caught and now lies in the trap, covered in its own blood, tangled in the steel jaw of the trap. It appears that the poet also had a relationship of some sort, as if they were companions’ maybe.

 

Purpose/Theme

The purpose of the poem is to express the depression of the dead dingo that comes from the land. That not only the dingo feel lifeless but the land also feels like a part of it has died. That everything can hear it’s mourning and feel its pain. The poet is expressing that through the death of one creature the rest of the land is affected and dies a bit as well. To also express that the poet themself is mourning over the death of the dingo. As if it had been a waste to kill it.

 

 

Emotion/Mood

To me, the whole poem felt very monotone and emotionless. But it does show some expression of emotions. It shows a lot of pity for the dead dingo and a lot of depressing tones with the dingo’s moans and the reactions of the land. Beside those moments the whole poems feels very monotone to me.

 

Poetic Technique

The second verse in the poem uses a large amount of personification on many different inanimate objects. It personifies the river that it is drunk from the rain. The rain is personification of the clouds crying and to express depression. The whole poem has an awkward and inconsistent rhyming pattern to it. By this I mean that you can’t really call it a pattern. Not all of the lines even rhyme in the poem and the rest are all over the place. There is somewhat of a pattern, barely. Those were about the only poem techniques that I could find in the poem.

 

Summary

Overall the poem, ‘Trapped Dingo’ was a poem written by the poet that I have currently researched. I did a basic poem analysis and concluded to a few things. Firstly, I have concluded that the poem is about a dingo that has been hunted down, trapped and now lies dead. The purpose of the poem is to make the reader feel the pain for the dingo and mourn with the poet and the surrounding outback. The poem used some personification on the surrounding outback to emphasise the feeling of grief and had an unusual rhyming pattern. All and all, I found the poet enjoyable and insightful.