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My grandparents

I have only three grandparents. One grandfather lives in Kegalle. His name is Somaratne. He has good knowledge about history. He knows about ancient people. His wife got a heart attack and died. He is my mother's father.

My father's mother is a retired teacher. Her name is Dayawathi. She is a very religious woman. My father's father worked in a harbour. His name is Chandrasena. I love my grandparents very much.

Onell Waneesha (Grade 2)
Musaeus College

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For my mother on her birthday

When the potter brings new clay,
He spins it around the wheel as if to play,
And beats it to give a good shape,
And then goes on to decorate.
Finally he would sell it to the crowd,
And would feel really proud,
Of his idea to thus use the clay,
Not like any foolish potter,
Who would've left the clay to harden away.

Just like the potter are our mums
Whom God gives children like fresh clay lumps,
Wise are those, like my Mum, who show
The right path from the very start.
And if I lose track
She would try to bring me back,
Still if I do not obey
She would scold me and thrash
And then be disappointed
With herself the whole day.
All she wanted to do was
Make me understand
What is good and what is bad.

Then mothers like mine will be proud
Of the masterpiece they make,
The joy of their hard work
In words they may not say.
And dear Mum on this special day
May all the wishes come your way,
For all you have done for this small lump of clay
Dearest Mum 'Happy Birthday'!

Shilpita Mathews (10 years)
British School in Colombo

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The Scouting camp

The Scouting camp was held on June 3, at Vagira College. It was started at 7.45 a.m. Our chief guest was Mr. Padmasiri. First we gave our Grand Yell and sang our National Anthem. Then we were divided into groups and I was a leader of one of them.

First we had our art competition and then we had our lunch. After lunch we had a rest and we learned about first aid from Mr. Lankathilake. Then we learned about knots. I was very happy on that day.

In the night we had our dinner and slept. Next day we woke up at 4 a.m., and had our breakfast. Then we had exercises and had our activities until our lunch. After our lunch we had our art competitions prize giving. I was the fifth place. I was given a present too. Then we arranged our bags. At about 3.30 p.m, then we went back top our homes.

Sajana Perera
Vidura College
Colombo

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A little tree talks

I am a big Jambu tree. I came from a small seed. There are lots of rubies like fruits all over my body. Birds perch on my branches and sing wonderful songs. Little children like to eat my fruits very much. My fruits come from flowers.

I live in a small garden that belongs to three good children. They give me water and manure and look after me well. I have many brothers and sisters. They are the other Jambu trees in Sri Lanka. Little children love me and I love them too.

Bhagya Pandithakoralege
(7 years)
St. Bridget's Convent,

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Poem Of The Week

Galle Face

The blue sea
murmuring,
To the people on the beach.
The cool air whispering,
To the kites far out of reach.

The tranquil waters of the bay,
The soft sand by the side,
The bright sun giving rays,
And the sea bringing the tide.

The huge, gigantic ships,
Loaded full of goods,
All ready to go on trips,
On the twinkling water pools.

And so the sun sets down the horizon,
And the ships far away.
Night time rushes as usual,
Over Galle Face bay.

Narendra Samarasekara
(10 years)
Colombo International School - Kandy

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