Midnight Walk ~ Yusra Asmal

It was midnight dark

And me alone in a park

Along came a gruesome creature

With fiery eyes and a frightful feature

He stopped in front of me

I looked at him, nothing but a flea

I ran along

He followed singing a song

“You’ll come with me

As should be

You will make my dinner,

Which’ll leave me no thinner”

Along came a sudden blow,

And that’s all I know


©  Yusra Asmal


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Grade 8
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Cheron L'Estrange ~ The Glass-maker's Grace

Then the Glass-maker smiled,

His fingers caressed the intricate design of the Wine-glass

in his palm

His chest swelled with pride

for the Glass’s every detail showed his skill

He had made many

Each with a unique mold

Passion in many tangible forms

The Glass-maker placed the Wine-glass

on his table

He loved to polish it and fill it

with the rarest of wines

Then one day a small boy visited the Glass-maker

The boy was rough and spiteful

He was handsome and cruel

And his very breath reeked of hatred

bellow the sugary surface-smell of mints

He derived a twisted sense of pleasure

from broken glass

And the Wine-glass fell

shattered into beautiful little shards

Destroyed

But love out-powers hate

And rescue comes

to those who listen

and those who find faith

in Him

Many hands are cut by broken glass

But the Glass-maker picked up

every shard

Then the Glass was refined with fire

And the Glass-maker’s blood mixed

with the Glass as it was melted

For the time had come that

the Broken-glass

should cease to be what was broken

and become what was made new

A new creation

As pure as a virgin

Clothed in red

Not by ignorance but grace

Its value given

by the Glass-maker

Purchased at the price of blood

© Cheron L’Estrange


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GRADE 9
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