I’m so excited. I’ve been working with a group of six girls for three days in a row to write a ‘portrait poem’ of their village.
They found it challenging and scary at first but really got into it and there was lots of discussion and laughter and as there’s no right or wrong answer, I think they appreciated the chance to ‘make mistakes’.
My Great and Beautiful Village
My village sounds like…
Motorbikes beeping fast and loud,
People talking happily,
Bird cries all day,
Singers singing Khmer songs,
Children crying because they’re hungry,
Traditional music for weddings and festivals,
At night, the dogs bark and scare us.
My village feels…
Like a golden rice harvest,
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