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Literacy Writing: I know why the caged bird sings

Students from IT for ESOL 3506 class at ELATT got their creative powers flowing by writing some poetry.
Their poetry was inspired by the works of Maya Angelou. The world –renowned author, poet and civil rights activist.
Segs Fayase, their teacher, said: “It was so inspiring to see the students really get inspired by Maya Angelou’s poem, “Caged Bird”. They certainly understood the significance of it and then created their own interpretation. They combined creativity, literacy and ICT to produce amazing work”
We hope you enjoy the work that they produced.



Zalmay Rahimi

Our live much better like a free bird.
Because everything like freedom.
And any circumstance without freedom live will be miserable.
Freedom very sweet word every one like freedom.
For example the small bird doesn’t like to be inside the cage.
Even the cages golden.
So we like freedom and the bird like freedom.

image of yellow-green bird

 



Anne Khan

Dove of Peace.
If I were a white dove , I would love to fly to a warmer climate like Italy. I would join all the other doves, stay in a warm barn. Where we would get food and then have a flying completion
We would go and set all the different birds free from mallard to a kestrel or eagle.
We would then set all the other different types of animals free. Elephants, rhinoceros, kangaroos, hippopotamus, lions and tigers, zebras, monkeys, orangutan, silverback gorilla, koala bears etc.
There would be plenty of warm barns to sleep in plenty of food to eat we would all be a team .
We would all look after each other.
The world would be such a lovely place – still beautiful.

image of dove taking flight

 



Michael Hill

A poem by William Blake
Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand, dare sieze the fire?

And what shoulder, & what art,
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand? & what dread feet?

What the hammer? what the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?

When the stars threw down their spears,
And water’d heaven with their tears,
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the Lamb make thee?

Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye

tiger resting on rock

 



Bolanle Ayekoti

These bird are in a tree singing songs.
They have a nest and food to eat.