Key Stage 3 Awards Evening
On the 7th November, we at Llanishen High celebrated the outstanding efforts, achievement and attendance of pupils in years 7 to 9 during last academic year. It was a great chance for pupils, parents and staff to meet together and to appreciate the hard work both academically and in terms of contribution to the community.
Whilst naming individuals carries the danger of omitting others, we would like to highlight one pupil whose performance and contributions have been outstanding. Bhavik Patel has already been named in these columns in connection with the Llanishen High TV station and film production.. However, there is no stopping this young man. He picked up several awards on the evening. Let’s just focus on one – the Katherine Horton Prize for Creative Writing.
Katherine Horton was an ex-pupil who died tragically a couple of years ago. Her family have graciously instituted this annual prize in her memory.
SEASONS OF MY LAND
Below the blue skies, the earth is golden and prospering,
Every season is joyful, every season is colourful,
The sparrow calls and the blue tit sings.
In harmony, the flowers blossom like rainbows across the horizon…
The year has begun.
Time goes on and the sun beats down, pure heavenly fire,
Children carried on their fathers’ shoulders are taken to the fair,
Ice creams and sweets on the beach,
Branches of memories have sprouted,
Time is flowing like a river, whispering as it flows.
The rain clouds arrive and the wind moves like a comb through the fields,
It lifts a hundred colourful scarves,
The heavens open with a roar of thunder,
The crisp leaves, honeyed yellow and dripping gold and amber,
The winter is anon.
The sunshine dwindles in the lone shadow of darkness,
The once golden trees are now bare,
Their strong and everlasting branches reach to
the grey velvet blanket that is the sky,
A million crystal snowflakes dancing afloat in the cool misty air,
The cycle has come to an end.
This is my land, my beautiful land.
I have seen and understood your country,
I don’t know why it all seems familiar,
These evenings are familiar, as are these mornings,
Such is also my country. Is this the same as your land?
This is my land. Is this the same as your land?
Then why are we at war?
