Candy Man - Roald Dahl

I don't read poems often, I'm not even sure this piece of writing by Roald Dahl is even classified as a poem or not. But I guess I'll call it a poem for now.

As you know Roald Dahl writes stories and 'poems' for young child readers. I haven't read any of his books yet, apart from Boy which we studied in our English class. But apart from that I haven't picked up any of his books. I hope to pick one up soon, after I finish reading The Adventures of Tom Sawyer (Mark Twain).

Just one or two months back, I remember hearing my friend perform this poem for our Trinity Exams. Our Trinity Exams are a effective way to practice your public speaking abilities in front of a unknown audience. A examiner flew all the way from London to come visit our school. It was a optional choice of weather to take part in it. And one-third of our class took part in revising four minutes of solid writing. We were given the span of two months to memorize four minutes of writing, one prose and the other a poem. (Note - I did not take part).

But anyways, I was interested in a piece of poem that my friend chose (which is the Candy Man) - Roald Dahl. Just because it was a nice and simple piece of writing that reflects someone being happy. It gave me the feeling of being a young kid in Primary School.

Candy Man - Roald Dahl

Who can take a sunrise, sprinkle it with dew

Cover it in chocolate and a miracle or two

The candy man, the candy man can

The candy man can 'cause he mixes it with love

And makes the world taste good

Who can take a rainbow, wrap it in a sigh

Soak it in the sun and make a strawberry–lemon pie

The candy man, the candy man can

The candy man can 'cause he mixes it with love

And makes the world taste good

Willy Wonka makes everything he bakes

Satisfying and delicious

Talk about your childhood wishes

You can even eat the dishes

Who can take tomorrow, dip it in a dream

Separate the sorrow and collect up all the cream

The candy man, the candy man can

The candy man can 'cause he mixes it with love

And makes the world taste good

And the world tastes good'

Cause the candy man thinks it should


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The Mountains Run Along The West - Drew Carver - Peterson

The Mountains Run Along The West is a poem about nature, by Drew Carver - Peterson. In Art I chose to make a collage about my interpretation of this poem:

The mountains run along the West,
The rivers whisper as they flow,
The valleys are green down beneath,
The waterfalls crash as they go.
The rainforests? roofs are quite tall,
The lakes are incredibly wide,
The hills are glowing as they roam,
The plateaus have no place to hide.

We created our own abstract collage of our own interpretation. We were also required to make our own version of our interpretation of this poem. And mine this was my version:

The West they flow on.
Habitats they pass, rivers,
valleys, they keep flow.

Passing and tumbling, thriving to push through,
they plunge vigorously to the
icy cool, cool but not frozen.
Into the cool waterfall. . .

Through the night they flow,
through to the morn of light,
Say 'Hello' to the bright of tomorrow.
And say 'Good night' to the present.

Cause' there lay your mountains,
swooshing water, passes through the forests.
Where trees are high, reaching up into the sky.

Then we lay down our human foot,
tearing down rivers
valleys, and forests for paper.

Will we have mountains,
Will we have mountains, that say untouched?
Will there lay a habitat untouched?

As the mountains run along the west,
we run,
we run and chase.
Chase along the whole globe.
Cutting rainforests,

But the mountains, will still run along the west.

Another version I have written:

The sun rises on the east hiding at noon in the west, 

Running along with the mountains as the rivers drift in peace

Going down an emerald valley,

Changing into a gushing stream, crashing into bends and curves.

The rainforest high above with canopies in the clouds.

The lakes down beneath is boundless space,

As the hills reflects light as they travel along the mountain sides,

The plateaus far away from the shaded tree showing off their freedom space.

Aboriginal Art Ideas

I chose to post this because, I think that many people do not know what is Aboriginal Art, and i thought I would like to post this to share with everyone. This was just a thinking/ brainstorm for what I thought Aboriginal Art is.

Please comment if you have different opinions and ideas!