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Korea’s City Korea was usual enough; it had A pond, relatives, a sky, a house Down the street, and even a soft toy pup That I adored. My brother, my cousins and I Did what kids do - trembled as the sky Howled, screeched as a duck squawked at me, clutched my soft toy As if someone would steal it, scurried in and out of the Boring boiled apartment, Shrieked with laughter as my family made faces, dozed or giggled, Doing nothing important. Inspired By James K Baxter

My T-shirt Poem My t-shirt poem comes from Rainbow's End. Surging forward on the roller coaster, delighted as the crowds' mouths are a huge O. <span style="display: block; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif; text-align: center;">Screaming my head off as my tummy lurches as I go down. <span style="display: block; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif; text-align: center;">Laughing hilariously when the ride is over, ready to ride it again. <span style="display: block; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif; text-align: center;">I had an enjoyable time. ‍

My Hut <span style="display: block; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif; text-align: center;">In dark unpredictable weather we began to make huts. <span style="display: block; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif; text-align: center;">We invented special huts under the table in the chilly kitchen beside the soaking garden; <span style="display: block; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif; text-align: center;">we made huts in the empty but cosy lounge; <span style="display: block; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif; text-align: center;">we made huts in our welcoming friends' house. <span style="display: block; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif; text-align: center;">We had to collect heavy chairs, blankets, colourfulpegs and soft feathery pillows. <span style="display: block; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif; text-align: center;">Every weekend we made magnificient huts. <span style="display: block; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif; text-align: center;">My brother and I tried to move some furniture to have more space but no such luck. <span style="display: block; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif; text-align: center;">The couches were as heavy as a house.Delicate thin cotton blankets for a roof spread above our very own heads. <span style="display: block; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif; text-align: center;">We played until my dad arrived back from work and requested, <span style="display: block; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif; text-align: center;">"Can I come in?" <span style="display: block; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif; text-align: center;">"Never ever." <span style="display: block; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif; text-align: center;">"But I'm your dad." <span style="display: block; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif; text-align: center;">"Exactly." <span style="display: block; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif; text-align: center;">This would go on until our mum would thunder from upstairs,telling us three to calm down. <span style="display: block; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif; text-align: center;">Then, silent as a mouse,my dad would sneak inside our hut and bursting with laughter, <span style="display: block; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif; text-align: center;">we tried to force him out going purple in the face with the effort. <span style="display: block; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif; text-align: center;">All this happened until our mum called to eat lunch. media type="custom" key="20952778" <span style="display: block; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif; text-align: center;">I thrusted my heavy discus. <span style="display: block; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif; text-align: center;">The few things I haven't thought about more carefully was the transfer of my weight, the flight, and my arm actions. <span style="display: block; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif; text-align: center;">I was almost standing straight when I had thrown my discus. <span style="display: block; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif; text-align: center;">I could have really sent all my weight to my back legs, leaned back, and then thrown my discus. <span style="display: block; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif; text-align: center;">Again, with the flight of my discus was wobbling and twisting. <span style="display: block; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif; text-align: center;">I hadn't thought about keeping it flat as possible, only looking for the best way of gripping it and aiming it. <span style="display: block; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif; text-align: center;">Lastly, my arm actions. <span style="display: block; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif; text-align: center;">I had kept my aiming arm straight, which was good, but my thrusting actions were a bit... weird. <span style="display: block; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif; text-align: center;">If I think back, I see myself thrusting the black discus a bit to the left instead of straight <span style="display: block; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif; text-align: center;">ahead because I hadn't aimed it right or I had let the discus fly away too late. <span style="display: block; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif; text-align: center;">I was transferring my weight to my back legs (hopefully), leaning back, aiming, but oh - my arm's not straight! <span style="display: block; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif; text-align: center;">Argh, my discus is soaring across the field! <span style="display: block; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif; text-align: center;">NO IT'S TURNING! <span style="display: block; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif; text-align: center;">IT'S WOBBLY! <span style="display: block; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif; text-align: center;">And it crash lands on a patch of dried mud. <span style="display: block; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif; text-align: center;">Yes, I'll have to work on my arm actions. <span style="display: block; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif; text-align: center;">And of course, I had gripped it with my fingertips at the edge, my thumb resting on the discus. <span style="display: block; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif; text-align: center;">So, well, it was pretty... um... yeah, bad, but oh well. <span style="display: block; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif; text-align: center;">I can be good at other sports too. <span style="display: block; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif; text-align: center;">What's that you're saying? <span style="display: block; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif; text-align: center;">Of course I can be good? <span style="display: block; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif; text-align: center;">Oh, you're too nice! <span style="display: block; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif; text-align: center;">Oh, stop it! <span style="display: block; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif; text-align: center;">I said please stop it (please keep going complimenting me)! <span style="font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif; font-size: 130%;">The Challenge

<span style="font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;"> I scrambled up to my feet clumsily. I breathed in deeply. Julia L and Zei smiled at me mischievously. Well, they’d had their turn of speaking. How fortunate. My slow steps stomped on the carpet. My heart was beating so hard I wondered why it weren’t bursting out from my skin. “Start whenever you like, Julia.” Mrs Milne straightened up on her judging chair. This made me more nervous. I almost had the guts to say, “Maybe later,” but I got a grip of myself. ‘Don’t be a wimp, Julia.’ I told myself and started my speech. My legs trembled, and my back felt strangely hot. I had to fight the urge to whip my jumper off. Even though I had learnt my introduction, I couldn’t help staring at my cards helplessly. I wanted to stop. I wanted to rush out of the door, into the bathroom and reassure myself my crying. But I couldn’t. I couldn’t disappoint all those excited twinkling eyes. I kept going, hopeless, forgetting my actions. But a small part of me wanted to go on forever, a fuzzy feeling spreading in my chest. I wanted to speak on, the nervous and the scared feelings swarming inside me. I wanted to talk forever, soothed my own voice. <span style="display: block; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif; font-size: 130%; text-align: center;">A Cultral Parade <span style="display: block; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif; text-align: center;">The scene was amazing as we entered the parade. <span style="display: block; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif; text-align: center;">The costumes were breathtaking and dazzling, <span style="display: block; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif; text-align: center;">all the bright colours extremely pleasant to marvel at. <span style="display: block; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif; text-align: center;">Each and every Pinehill student had brought something traditional <span style="display: block; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif; text-align: center;">(ah, I especially will enjoy that delicious scent that is inviting me). <span style="display: block; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif; text-align: center;">The flags billowed angrily in the wind, <span style="display: block; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif; text-align: center;">wanting to escape while being attached to the railings. <span style="display: block; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif; text-align: center;">The costumes were endlessly delightful, <span style="display: block; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif; text-align: center;">sparkling in the sunlight, representing their prideful countries. <span style="display: block; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif; text-align: center;">Different designs tugged at my eyes, <span style="display: block; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif; text-align: center;">urging me to admire them, as I scanned the crowd. <span style="display: block; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif; text-align: center;">It was such a thrilling sight that I accidentally toppled on top of my burning red dress, <span style="display: block; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif; text-align: center;">and tumbled down to meet my doom. <span style="display: block; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif; text-align: center;"> <span style="display: block; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif; text-align: center;"> <span style="font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif; font-size: 130%;">Bloom of Hope <span style="display: block; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif; text-align: center;"> <span style="display: block; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif; text-align: center;">The breeze flowed through the small stall, and the sun beamed as it lit up the dark shop like clicking on the light switch. The red roses gradually lifted their drooping heads, and the water lilies blinked, awakening from its long, dull sleep. The place seemed to be full of delight, the flowers so dazzling and the scent so overpowering, but it wasn’t for long. Raining teardrops started banging on the roof, knocking on the store’s windows as if they wanted to be let in. It carried on endlessly, like a forever tap dance. All the flowers’ eyes flamed with hatred, and the sun roared with anger as it couldn’t sine anymore. It finally gave up trying to push away the thick thunderclouds, and sloped away to find its right place to shine. Without having anymore hope, the flowers sighed, and nestled into their bunches in bouquets and their teeny pots. The storm rumbled, cackling at the dozing flowers, and rolled away to wreck and ruin someplace else. Of course, the warm sun drifted back, the flower shop peaceful and serene this moment. <span style="display: block; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif; text-align: left;"> <span style="display: block; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif; text-align: left;"> <span style="display: block; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;">