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Year 3 Art Work for the Alison Lester title, Kissed by the Moon

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Kissed By the Moon on PhotoPeach

Art Work for ‘Granny Grommet and Me’

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Granny Grommet and Me on PhotoPeach

Connecting Books and DVDs

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Campus Cinema and Caption Competition on PhotoPeach

‘The Swap’ and ‘Banjo and Ruby Red’ Art Responses

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Book Week Art Work on PhotoPeach

Year 7 Haiku

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Beauties of Creation on PhotoPeach

These haiku were written by some Year 7 students. They have attempted to follow the traditional 5-7-5 syllable structure and matched their writing to some amazing photos. We hope you will enjoy them.

Book Week Update

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Connect to Reading: Reading to Connect

Thanks to all teachers who actively promoted our Book Week activities with their classes. It was great to hear that some sent home the mini challenge books for homework each night during Book Week. I have also appreciated the extra bookings made by various people whose classes haven’t had Library lessons with me this year. I really enjoyed having the opportunity to share the shortlisted titles with your students. The popcorn cups made by our junior classes were certainly appreciated by our movie goers over the first three days of this week. 

We were thrilled by the number of students who attended the “Campus Cinema” at lunch times this week but our 50 student limit for each showing was not strictly adhered to. (We did, however, only supply popcorn for the first 50 children to each showing and ensured that equal numbers from each school were issued with tickets.) Each of our DVDs was based on a book or series which we have in our library. 

Monday’s showing of Maurice Sendak’s Where the Wild Things Are was attended by 75 R-3 students. Tuesday’s film, Spaghetti Pig Out from Paul Jennings’ books had 54 students attend. Wednesday saw 25 Year 6 and 7 students come in to watch the first episode of Spellbinder. 

A lot of children have written captions for our competition and some entries are quite humorous. At this stage, we have only had one jigsaw piece returned so are hoping a few more students will still bring in their entries by Friday. There are some spare sheets which can be collected from the Library. Mini-challenge books are also due to the Library by Friday. Please do remind the students that “you’ve got to be in it to win it”!! Thanks so much. 

We are now displaying some work in the Library which shows the connections some classes have made between the movies and either other texts they have read, movies they have viewed, to their lives or to the world around them. In lessons, I have promoted the connections of Text to Self, Text to Text, Text to World and Text to Media and the children have been able to explain some of their own connections to the shortlisted titles and our viewing choices.

Connect to reading: Reading to Connect

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Popcorn Boxes on PhotoPeach

This term, we celebrate Book Week, with its theme Connect to Reading. Part of our focus is on books which have been turned into movies. Some of the junior primary classes have been making popcorn cups (with a little help from their buddy classes!) These will be used at lunch times during week 5. Hopefully we will have some extra visitors to the library during Book Week to see the students’ fabulous art work.

Connect to Reading!

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Library Changes and Book Week Display on PhotoPeach

LIBRARY CHANGES: Last term, we closed the Library for a week and shifted almost every resource in our collection! Thanks to the wonderful Library volunteers and staff team who worked tirelessly to have everything back in place for Term 3. Feedback has been positive and children have been excited as they have come in for their first visits. Staff members have expressed their feelings about the whole space feeling more open and welcoming too. With the beginning of our Book Week display and Library lessons based on the short listed Children’s Book Council titles, there is a great vibe in the Library.

BOOK WEEK COMPETITIONS: We are about to distribute 10 copies of our ‘mini challenge booklets’ to each class teacher on campus, along with a folded copy for you to use as a master. We would encourage you to promote our focus activity for the term to all students in your classes. The aim is for the children to complete each activity and get it signed by the class teacher or a member of the Library staff. Once the booklets have been completed, we would ask children to return them to the Library to gain entry into our competition. The finished student booklets will be placed into the jar for their school and several lucky winners of book prizes will be drawn at random for each school. All entries will need to be delivered to the Library by the end of Book Week, 22nd August, and winners drawn on Monday 25th August.

Another activity with which we would love the children to get involved is our caption contest. There are 8 photos in the Library and we would love to have the children dream up some clever captions to fill the speech bubbles which we will make available. To ensure that the children have really thought about their captions, we are limiting them to ONE response to their favourite photo. There will be some small novelty prizes for the best entries received.

LUNCH TIME MOVIE SESSIONS: Stay tuned! There will be showings of videos connected to texts at lunch times during book week. Days and year levels for each day will be announced later.

CBC and SLASA Australian Curriculum Literature Evening

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CBC and SLASA Australian Curriculum Literature Evening on PhotoPeach

Stolen Generation Poems

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Year 7 Art Work on PhotoPeach
Taken

Aboriginal mother

One day a group of white fellas

Came and stole my kids

My husband tried to steal them back

But my husband was shot and flopped to the ground

They took my kids away

I want them back

 I want them back

When will they come back?

White fella

We came and took their children

The governors thought it was a good idea

Personally I don’t like my job

Of taking their kids 

I’ll give them back

I’ll give them back

I want to give them back

Policeman

I fought the fathers

I cuffed them

This was a quick job

I grabbed their kids

And threw them in the car

Aboriginal child

I want mum

Bring her here

Please bring her here to me

I need love

Not hatred and orders

                        By Troydn

When they come

Aboriginal Boy

Come when the sun shines bright

Come with others like me.

Dad come running… no use

They had sticks of metal

Into metal cage…

Nothing could be done

Along red dusty land

Screams of pain one stop after another

 Mum

They come when the sun shines bright

Nothing could be done

My husband tried to stop em

But they beat him to his bones

The metal cage run in a puff of dust

Down the hill leaving nothing but despair…

Dad

Door went bang at rise of sun

I pushed to stop ‘em… baton to arm

Held to ground

Panic

Loss

Helplessness 

Nothing done

Nothing could have been done

Police

We came at the first sign of dawn

We came bashing through the door like a raging bull

Nothing can stop us.

We knew what we did is wrong

We carried them out like sheep for slaughter

Told ‘em to quit their wailing

Suffer in their eyes

Mothers pouring their eyes out

Fathers beaten

At least we get paid

                        By Mitch

 

Stolen Generation

Child

I’m really scared

These white people took me

They took me from my mother

These people with white skin ditched me in a room

I am all alone

The room is dark

It only has one small window that faces away from the sun

They said that they would look after me

They said that they would teach me to read, write, and pray

It doesn’t look like that’s going to happen

Aboriginal mother

I’m terrified

These white skinned people just walked into my house

They stole my two children

They grabbed them and ran out my door

I asked “What are you doing with my children?”

They answered “We are going to give them a better home”

I screamed “They are fine living here give them back to me now”

They just looked at me and then ran far away saying we will teach them how to really live

Police man

I’m feeling really bad

I have to take these aboriginal children away from their families

They seemed to be so happy

But now they are screaming in my arms for their mothers

They are telling me to stop and to give them back to their family

But I just can’t.

I have to do this.

I’m doing it so that I can live in this great country

I’m doing it because I get paid and I really need the money

Adopted mother

I have just been given this small aboriginal girl

I think that she is only about 5 years old

I feel so sorry for her

I can just imagine how horrifying it would be to be taken away from her family

She is so young as well

It’s now up to me to look after her

She is so scared and shy

She won’t even talk to me because she is so scared

She must feel so scared because she doesn’t know what to do

She is just standing in the corner looking like she is about to cry again.

                                                By Kayla

 

The Aboriginal Mother

My son, gone. Taken away from me. My life is shattered. My home is empty. What am I going to do? I’m lost. I don’t sleep; I lie awake looking at my son’s things. Why has this happened to me? I’ve done nothing wrong!

Aboriginal child

“Mum, Dad help me, get them off me! Please help Mum!” I remembered screaming that the night those life ruining people took me. I hate my life! Why, why would this happen to me? This is not fair! Mum, Dad come back, please!

Government

The children belong with us! They don’t belong with those black people! Those people are not part of our land. They NEVER will be. Look at us, we provide good food, good housing, good schooling and a good culture. They would never provide that!!

White child

Who are these people? Why are they black? Their noses are fat. They don’t fit in! Why are they in our land? They need to go!! There are a joke and a disappointment to our land.

Chelsea

 

Stolen, Stolen, our children been stolen

Aboriginal Child                                                                                                                                                

 Hide, Hide I have to hide                                                                                                                                                     

 They come to steal us away                            

Silent, Silent I must be silent                                                                                                                       

 They might hear and then what next?

 

Aboriginal Mother

Hope, Hope hold onto hope                                                                                                                                

That the English never find                                                                                                                                  

Yearn, Yearn I cry, bleed, yearn                                                                                                                             

  As my children are taken, taken away

Government                                                                                                                                                          

 Take, Take those children we take                                                                                                                          

  To give them a better life                                                                                                                                   

  Search, Search how long we search                                                                                                                                              

To find those little black Children

White Parents

 Guard, Guard black children we guard                                                                                                                

They have a better future                                                                                                                                  

Help, Help I know this is help                                                                                                                                                          

Get rid of those black, let’s bring in the white

By Bek

Stolen Generation

Mum: Dinner time I scream, the kids run in

We sit down with some food

When some white guys storm in and ask for my kids

I’m screaming “No!” I’m scared, worried, I will not let my children go

White guys: We will give them what you can’t

Better food, better home, better lifestyle

We will take them now

Dad: Running mad, worried, nervous

I spot some white guys taking my kids

My hands are up ready to fight

I yell as loud as I can ‘if you want my kids, you’ll have to fight me first.’

Mum: Crying, sad and in front of my eyes

They took us from our family

I’m in tears, Hopping they’ll be ok

My children are gone, My husband dead, I am miserable.

By Jack

 

Birth Mother
It was horrible
They took my children
I felt
SHATTERED
HEARTBROKEN
HELPLESS
They snatched them away
Never to be found again
Birth Father
I tried to stop them

They shot me
ANGER
PAIN
FRUSTRATION
There was nothing I could do
They left
Police man
I took away the children
It wasn’t easy
BANG
CRIES
FEAR
Little did I know I was doing something wrong
Government official

I thought our plan was right
I wondered if we were doing the right thing
Doubtful
Regretful
Confused
Were we doing the right thing

                        By Suraj

 

Stolen Generation Poem

Aboriginal Mother:

Family and I had happy life.

Til they came.

Grabbed my baby boy.

Ripped out of my arms.

He was crying… so was I.

I punched the police but failed.

One pointed fire stick at face.

Last thing heard was bang.

Stolen Baby:

I play with mummy, me happy.

Big blue man grab me.

He slap me and I cry.

Mum try save me.

Blue man pointed iron stick at mummy.

I hear bang.

I see red paint.

I see mum.

I cry.

Dark skinned child:

I eat when see blue man.

Blue man grab friend.

Blue man make lots red paint.

Blue man ran.

Policeman:

I grabbed a kid to give a home.

He started crying so I slap’im.

His mother attacked me.

So I grabbed me rifle.

I shot her in the head.

I didn’t want to.

I was sad.

I wanted to leave so I ran.

I wanted to save this child.

But I killed his mother.

I will never forgive me self.

                        By Vasili

 Stolen generation poem

Stolen children
Seeing the white people take my friends
The pain of being seized
Why did these people take my friends?
Why are these people taking Me?
We never hurt we never threatened
Many hurt all frightened
White parents
Im helping my country
Im making a home
For those who are hurt tell them their children are safe
We will make them safe
We will make them… white
Missionary
We teach them our ways
We teach our god
We ban their religion
We ban their culture
I want more white
And lot less black
Black parents
They came over here
They took away our pride
They took our dignity
They stole our love
why do they take?
When they see us mourn

                        By Davis

 Aboriginal Mother

Hopeless
Not my child
Give him back
They shot me down
Darkness
Aboriginal child
Help me
I’m dragged away
Why is this happening
They shoot mummy
Alone
Government
Single minded
Black kids are all sick
Put them into families
Help them now
This is
Right
Police man
Determined
Let’s take this one
Only for the money
Crazy mum assaulted us
Bang
Shock
                              By Harry

 

Stolen Generation Poem

They ripped my heart out                                                                                        

They tore it into a million pieces                                                                                       

They took my child                                                                                                         

Never to been seen again                                                                                                            

Devastation

Aboriginal child                                                                                                                           

I am screaming                                                                                                   

Struggling                                                                                                                            

Trying to get away                                                                                                                 

Kicking, squirming                                                                                                              

Until my energy is gone                                                                                                                              

 My parents, gone forever                                                                                                  

Petrified

White parents                                                                                                                      

Trying my best                                                                                                                    

Trying to make them happy                                                                                                 

I hear sobbing in the night                                                                                                     

This can’t be right                                                                                                                                         

 Confused

Government                                                                                                                       

They’re where they’re supposed to be                                                                                       

In safety                                                                                                                                

Doing what’s right                                                                                                                  

This is going exceedingly well                                                                                                                                                  

 Pleased

                        By Hannah

 

Stolen

Mother of stolen child

They say their saving the children

But from what

NOTHING that’s what

They say their helping our children

But oh no their helping themselves to our children OUR children

Trying to eradicate us make us white

Help no not in a million years

Stolen child

Taken away with my younger brothers

We were put in a home

They put us on TV

But they never filmed me only my constantly smiling brothers

They try to conceal the truth of what happened

But I will reveal the truth

They will know who the true savages are I swear

Police man

We’re told to take the children away

They say it will help the children

But the parent’s and children’s screaming make me think otherwise

The crying too

I asked to general the general if we could be diplomatic

But he says the savages won’t communicate

But what can I do to persuade an entire civilization

I need help but from where… where?

Father

They call us black

They take our children

We hide them

They threaten for their location

Some are thinking of giving in

But not me no not me never

My life is a mess

My soul is crush

My body is bound

I want freedom for my sons freedom is my freedom

His pain is my pain

Free me and I will praise you

Help…

 Russel

Taken Away                  

Aboriginal parent:

My kids gone

Life over

Love gone people take what’s not theirs.

People stealing what mine.

Helping is another word for its better, tears enough for a glass of water.

Cry like a sea. Monsters…Monsters they are.

Doing what’s right? Thick in the brain is what they are.

Aboriginal Child:  

Mother, Father and brother help me

People ran in took me away

Put me with white fellas

Life is hard

I was different when white people took me

It’s like a prison

Can’t wait till TOMARA

Police man:

He told us to

Not our fault

It’s his entire fault

We thought we were doing the right thing

They say we should pay

Maybe we should

I could give them back

But I want my job

Adoptive mother:

We are doing the right thing right

It’s good for our country

Still making up my mind is this good or not

They will have a great life right?

They will have what they need yes?

Seth