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Writer's pictureSerren Kassa
Dec 26, 20172 min read

A Dragon Hides Deep in his Cave

I had a strange feeling to write a children’s poem today. For a few years in my life, I turned to teacher training and spent 8 months as a teacher of my own class. It wasn’t for me, but I do look back fondly at some of the memories.

Some of the best memories I have working as a teacher were when we covered poetry. Quite often poetry has a stigma of being boring- but I so enjoyed seeing the engrossed look on my class’ faces as they watched poetry recitals: ‘Chocolate Cake’ by Michael Rosen and ‘Talking Turkeys’ by Benjamin Zephaniah being our favourites (and the latter being very Christmas appropriate- in a way- so check it out!). I also loved the looks of enjoyment and pride in their faces as they wrote creative and wonderful poems of their own- me being me, I made sure it was very descriptive and magical as a topic.

I am a bit of a sucker for sharing my nerdy love of dragons, wizards and anything magical! Opening up new worlds to others is a favourite!

So here is my children’s dragon poem- I hope you and the younger generations in your life enjoy it- and I’ll have to see if I can create a few more like the magical poems I created as a teacher.

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The Dragon

A dragon hides deep in this cave, Curled up atop a mountain of gold. They say he’s killed over a thousand men, With his long talons and powerful jaws.

The bard says his scales shine like onyx, As if he’s cloaked by the night sky itself. His snores vibrate the air in the mountain, And the stale air burns hot from the smoke. (Don’t go in there!)

They say a magician once spoke with him, And the dragon spoke words beyond wise. He spoke of the gaps in the universe, And how he watches the stars in the sky.

A dragon hides deep in this cave, In a slumber lasting many a human lifetime. He lies atop his millennia-collected hoard of treasure, But that is all that I’ve been told.

Writer's pictureSerren Kassa
Dec 20, 20172 min read

Fellowship

My weekend was full of fellowship- in just 2 days and Friday evening I enjoyed spending time with both of my martial arts clubs, had one of my longest friends over to stay, and have fully reflected on how fortunate I am to have such wonderful people in my life.

Here’s to those who make me genuinely smile and light a beacon in my life.

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Fellowship

The babble grows louder, more energetic. Laughter bubbles, the joyful chuckles echoing, bouncing, Around the company in which you surround yourself. These people, this group, that one key person, are friends- The companions that provide your joy, And warm your heart the most. For humans are naturally herd mammals, And we need the company, The people who will fill our lives the most.

Do you sit around a table- Plates full of good food and glasses full of enriching drink? Do you face the great outdoors- Companions in adventure- sun above you and cool breeze brushing against your cheeks? Do you sit in an amiable quiet- The calm washing over you as, in their company, you relax and dream, Of things of the past and the things you wish to come?

These people, this group, that one key person, Are your friends, your companions, Those you walk the undulating, twisting, confusing paths of life with. Their bubbling laughter and unique personalities warm your heart the most, As you look around at them all, or just that one key one, And realise there is no better company to join you on the, Undulating, twisting, confusing paths of life.

What better way to stay warm, Feel that joy and fill you heart and soul with contentment? To feel and see the light in their heart and eyes. Whatever you love about these friends, this group, They’re yours- this fellowship. Because, after all, humans are a herd mammal, So what better way to brighten and warm this life, Than to spend it in the company that you love the most?

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Writer's pictureSerren Kassa
Dec 12, 20171 min read

The World Goes By

I created this when I was visiting a relative in Canada. While I was there, I read a book called The End of Absence by Michael Harris. It’s a wonderful book discussing the current age of technology and social media, and the relationship we now have with them. It really struck me, so I ordered a copy for myself and ended up reflecting further upon the topic. These reflections then created this poem.

I find myself, if writing a rhyming poem, tending towards the AABB pattern. I seldom branch out into the ABAB format as it feels a tad more unnatural to me. Therefore, when this composition occurred to me, I made sure to write it in the ABAB so as to practice this rhyming pattern and see if I could make it feel a little more natural.

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The World Goes By

The world goes by: day, night, day, The people pass- oblivious- heads bent To watch a glowing rectangle they’re trained to obey. Thousands of interactions came and went.

A seat to the side: the perfect watch post To see these ghosts gliding by, blank-faced. A civilization missing places they’d love the most, If they only looked up and saw, smiled and chased…

… Dreams and wishes, longings and love. How much will we set aside for a cyber life Where we no longer see in 3D, see above The glowing rectangle that took that life.

Look up, look high, see the light, Feel the warmth, heal your eyes, As the sky changes from day to night, You’ll love the absence and see how time flies.

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