The Magazine of St Aloysius' College • 'Men for Others' • Issue XLVII ...

from the junior school (cont'd)
Like a ringing in my ears
Like the ringing of a bell
Its smell was fresh like the sight of a new baby
But I could tell it was old
Just a little …. Maybe.
James Shiel-Dick (Year 5.3)
The World Youth Day Cross is carried through the streets of Kirribilli
by students of the College.
or joining in what promises to be a spectacular Way of the
Cross through the heart of the City.
In recent years there has been a growing awareness
amongst the boys at the Junior School of issues relating to
social justice, marginalised members of the community and
adverse conditions that afflict our society. Boys are quick
to respond with suggestions and ideas on how we might
be able to address these issues. One of the first things
they usually suggest is financial support through creative
and practical ways of raising money. Their latest initiatives
revolve around supporting the work of the MS Society of
NSW. While Jak Sherlock and Todd Gillamn (both Year
4) have been busy every lunch time running a basketball
competition, Willaim Boyd, Michael Goode and Joshua
Hertz (all Year 6) have decided to raffle Mr Lobo for a
Day with some very attractive prizes on offer. I thank and
congratulate these and other boys for their enthusiasm and
thoughtfulness. Well done to the fifty-five boys who achieved
a Merit Award in Term I and a similar number who were
awarded a Gold Certificate for their consistent effort and
application throughout the first half of the year.
Mr Martin Lobo
Head of Junior School
Junior School Poetry
This Term Year 5 have been embracing poetry; reading
and writing various forms of poems and applying
creative imagery to a range of themes. The boys will
be entering the Dorothea Mackellar and Taronga Poetry
competitions with the themes of native plants, animals and
endangered species as their foci. We would like to share
three impressive poems written by boys in Class 5.3.
The Wattle Flower
The Wattle Flower was stranded
Hanging off a tree
Its yellow balls of brilliance
It seemed were waiting for me
Its green leaves moved me in a place that is hard to tell
The Wattle
Standing proudly side by side
Boastfully portraying the land
Is the wattle
Tickling my hand.
She is the flower of Australia
The green and the gold
These bright colours
Are the meaning which never has to be told.
She is almost everywhere
From the east to the west
She is all over our country
From what I know best.
The beauty you show us
Is brighter than the moon light
You are the one so easy to sight
The yellow stands out so bright.
During the spring
Your yellow bursts open
Even after a bushfire
We soon see you again.
You have been here from the beginning
You guide us day to day
You show our uniqueness to the world
You will take us all the way.
Luke Gorman (Year 5.3)
My Mother is:
A heart,
That provides me unconditional Love,
She is a teacher,
Not of Maths, Science or English,
But of wisdom,
And Love.
She is a tissue,
In which I can cry in.
My mum is a light
in a crowded dark alley,
She is a book,
That provides me knowledge and help.
You are one of a kind,
A sweet lovely soul,
Just by seeing your face
Brings me joy,
And nearly brings tears to my eyes,
Mum you’re great.
There’s nothing to hate.
Maximilian Moser (Year 5.3)
St Aloysius’ College
A Jesuit School for Boys _ Founded 1879
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