We Inspire Nations
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Peer Teaching
The Animal farm - a poetic and art form
Character day for the Year 9's
Hundred Thundering Harleys.
I can take the whole work week comfortably in my stride,
Petty people’s problems cause me no pain.
For my thoughts are solidly focused on the Friday motorbike ride,
When I can meet my beloved biker family again.
We cruise through the country in a large tribe,
While rumble assaults our ears, warm wind hits our face.
The soul satisfying feeling is hard to describe,
A hundred thundering Harleys moving in synchronized pace.
The Harleys hum happy tunes,
As united independents, we conquer the road.
Moving past statuesque mountains and curvaceous sand dunes,
Always guided by the Biker’s code.
Show love, trust and respect, what goes around comes around;
Life is a fascinating journey and not a fast race.
Remember these lessons when you hear the sounds,
Of a hundred thundering Harleys moving in synchronized pace.
BY ANKIT MEHTA - 9B1
First Time Mountaineer.
By Keyur
During our long journey home
with time to reflect… I reclined my seat and penned this poem
With memories of magnanimous mountains and authentic alpine Appenzeller cheese
We were admiring Swiss timepieces and the crisp lake breeze,
As holidays go, it was the cherry on top, if you please!
Climbing a mountain and adoring picturesque views
Was the time of my life, l tell you
Legs in pain and our bodies beyond strain we descended a mountain today
Wearing our mountain gear and having no fear,
we found a winding path down this perilous peak
Descending from a height of 10,026 feet
and even though scary, it was quite a feat
Through the care free alpine air
we hiked down steep cliff faces with a lot of care
I feel a lump in my throat
Hey! There goes a wooly mountain goat
As I cascaded the heights of Piz Nair… down, down, down
I see the winter wonderland; that of St Moritz lake & town
Down a mountain freezing through ice
I notice something dancing in the frost… its Edelweiss!
What a journey I have been through
I am so glad to be down. Phew!
With a cut on my wrist and a few foolish falls
I made it through it all
With a fond memory of Piz Nair
I am so glad to have been there
By Keyur
During our long journey home
with time to reflect… I reclined my seat and penned this poem
With memories of magnanimous mountains and authentic alpine Appenzeller cheese
We were admiring Swiss timepieces and the crisp lake breeze,
As holidays go, it was the cherry on top, if you please!
Climbing a mountain and adoring picturesque views
Was the time of my life, l tell you
Legs in pain and our bodies beyond strain we descended a mountain today
Wearing our mountain gear and having no fear,
we found a winding path down this perilous peak
Descending from a height of 10,026 feet
and even though scary, it was quite a feat
Through the care free alpine air
we hiked down steep cliff faces with a lot of care
I feel a lump in my throat
Hey! There goes a wooly mountain goat
As I cascaded the heights of Piz Nair… down, down, down
I see the winter wonderland; that of St Moritz lake & town
Down a mountain freezing through ice
I notice something dancing in the frost… its Edelweiss!
What a journey I have been through
I am so glad to be down. Phew!
With a cut on my wrist and a few foolish falls
I made it through it all
With a fond memory of Piz Nair
I am so glad to have been there