The theme for this years Inter-house Poetry Competition is ‘Change’.  Students were asked to give examples of what ‘change’ meant to them and the above wordle was created from the words suggested. The competition was launched at the beginning of term and each House was asked to present a suitable poem during morning meeting.


Change is challenge
Change is fear
Change is the change of mind
Change is change of attitude
Change is change of way of life
Change is the change of mysterious
Change is the change to solitude

Change is the change to perfection
Change is the change to unknown ethics
Change is the change to supremacy
Change is the change to diversity
A change to know the real self

Salini Nair


Come gather ’round people
Wherever you roam
And admit that the waters
Around you have grown
And accept it that soon
You’ll be drenched to the bone.
If your time to you
Is worth savin’
Then you better start swimmin’
Or you’ll sink like a stone
For the times they are a-changin’.
Come writers and critics
Who prophesize with your pen
And keep your eyes wide
The chance won’t come again
And don’t speak too soon
For the wheel’s still in spin
And there’s no tellin’ who
That it’s namin’.
For the loser now
Will be later to win
For the times they are a-changin’.
Come senators, congressmen
Please heed the call
Don’t stand in the doorway
Don’t block up the hall
For he that gets hurt
Will be he who has stalled
There’s a battle outside
And it is ragin’.
It’ll soon…

The Times They Are A-Changin’
Bob Dylan


Full fathom five thy father lies;
Of his bones are coral made;
Those are pearls that were his eyes:
Nothing of him that doth fade,
But doth suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange.
Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell:
Hark! now I hear them,—ding-dong, bell.

Song: “Full fathom five thy father lies”
(from The Tempest)


To everything there is a season,
A time of gladness, grief and cheer,
Smiles of laughter, sadness of tears,
For every sunset there’s a sunrise,
There is no rainbow without the rain,
No summer time without the spring,
Golden days and frosty nights,
Icy winds thoughout the days,
With winters newly fallen snows,
Whose years are like the seasons,
Let the future hold no doubt,
There’ll come a change of scene,
With rain bound skies of hope and love,
I have seen your different faces,
Life is like the changing seasons,
Upward always climb,
As the seasons change as we.

Deborah M. Vanderwood

One particular poem stood out though:

Exponential Growth
Blossom from child to adult

Could be scary
Could be fun
A tumbling adventure forward
Full of excitement
Venturing into unchartered territory

A different energy fuels you
Like diesel in a car

A new found courage
From realising
On reflection

The inevitability of life.

Tom Haynes