Mexico

Poor Mexicans

We don't know how to read,

We don't know how to write,

So we are going to move,

Because we have the right.

Daddy goes to work,

Mummy stays at home,

Us three sit at home,

With our American dream.

We've never been to school,

Our house is made of bricks and straw,

All the maths we know,

Is 1+2 = 4 Give my dad a job,

He'll work for little pay,

We just need the chance,

It'll make our day.

The poem above was written by two year 8 students and it concluded their contribution to a role play exercise which looked at the migration of Mexicans to the USA. The pupils were representing a group of poorly educated Mexicans.

In my mind St. Lucia has a distinctive smell of fruit

I can see the farmers spraying pesticides and fertilisers

to improve their crop

I can hear the sound of steel drums

I can hear the waves splashing against the shore

I can feel the hot sun on my face and the

palm trees’ rough bark

I can smell sweet ripe bananas,

I can smell the strong perfume of the flowers

I can taste green gold and the milk of coconut

I can taste the sweetness of St. Lucia

Charlotte

Manor Primary School, Drayton Bassett

Sun and seam merging together

Silhouettes of tall fishing boats

Scattered across the horizon

Sky crowded by clouds in the illumination

Salty sea, fish

Stormy rain drowning the Rain forest

Sulphur springs

Sweaty air

Some assorted fruit in the market

Steel drums playing tropical tunes

Seagulls in the distance

Splashing waterfalls with an everlasting flow

Sea cruisers arriving

Crammed in St. Lucia

Hannah

Manor Primary School, Drayton Bassett

I open my eyes and look around

And I see the beauty

That lies either side of me

St. Lucia’s sun

Makes beautiful reflections

I see two giants

Hanging over me

The Piton mountains

I close my eyes and smell

Fresh fish at the harbour

And the sea salt drifts up my nose

As I walk down the sandy beach

I smell the aroma of fresh

Fruit at the market place

All in St. Lucia

I reach out my hand

And feel the soft beautiful colours

I feel the soft sand as I

Sift it through my hand

And I feel the smooth

Curve of the green gold

All in St. Lucia

Abbie

Manor Primary School, Drayton Bassett

I can sense St Lucia in my mind

I can smell bananas in banana plantations

Coconuts, pineapple, passion fruit and cocoa beans

I can hear sulphur springs crackling

Steel drums from a distance, children shouting

I see Andre looking at fish and coral

People windsurfing, enjoying the sunshine

I can taste a tropical fruit salad made by

Mrs Harvey

And rain drops on my tongue

I can feel the roughness of the coconut

And the smoothness of the banana skin

Ruth

Manor Primary School, Drayton Bassett