Everyone needs to belong! We all need to feel connected, loved, appreciated, and know that our lives have meaning and purpose.

Stage 2 explored this concept after reading the book My Two Blankets by Irena Kobald and Freya Blackwood. It tells the story of a little girl called Cartwheel who together with her Aunty, flees her wartorn homeland to settle in a new and strange land, somewhat similar to Australia. She feels isolated and alone until another small girl reaches out, shows kindness and compassion, and draws her into her circle of friendship. I love the gentle symbolism in this story conveyed through both the text and beautiful images. It’s an inspiring and thought provoking story.  I can’t help but think of the current situation in Syria, and the many people across the world who are fleeing violence and persecution. I would hope that all of our students at Tenambit Public School would go out of their way to make any new comer to our school, community or country feel welcome and accepted. It also causes one to reflect on  the  similar situation faced by our deaf students at Tenambit school. They too experience everyday, the isolation that comes with not understanding the language being spoken. They too must at times feel like Cartwheel, under that ‘cold waterful of strange sounds’. We must do whatever we can to make them feel included and wrapped in a blanket of warmth, love and understanding.

Stage 2 discussed the many groups that we belong to. Students chose one group and thought about what belonging to that group meant to them and how it made them feel. They illustrated one small piece of a quilt and used a thesaurus to find words to describe their sense of belonging. Below are the results of their efforts.

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Last term a small group of students from Years 2 to 6 were invited to participate in workshops with local artists, Lorraine Tindall and Kay Sparkes. The students created self-portraits for entry in an exhibition titled Face2Face which runs annually at the Maitland Regional Art Gallery.

Tenambit School joins over twenty local primary and preschools in the area to showcase the work of our talented students. The exhibition runs from Saturday the 26th of September until Sunday the 29th of November. I would encourage everyone to visit the gallery and enjoy this wonderful display of local talent from across our region.

james  bennett Self-Portrait by James E. Year 2

jasmine  Jasmine and Jasper by Jasmine P. Year 3

olivia Proud to be Aboriginal by Olivia M. Year 6

Dylan Thomas Portrait Poems

Earlier this term I shared the amazing book by Jackie French and Bruce Whatley titled ‘Fire’. It is full of rich language and beautiful imagery. As a response, students in Stage 2 chose a subject and in groups created a Dylan Thomas Portrait. This type of poem is named after the famous Welsh poet who used words experimentally in his poems. Each portrait focuses on the senses and begins with the question: ‘Did you ever…?’ The question is then answered with a description.

Below are a selection of the poems written by students. They have tried to capture the essence or basic nature of their chosen subject.

Sophie’s Book Review



Jeremy by Chris Faille

Jeremy is a good book. It has a third place sticker on it.

This is a true story. It’s about a kookaburra that got picked up by the cat and they couldn’t put it back up in the tree because it was too tall. So they looked after it and they had to feed it special food and he liked to eat a lot. At Christmas time they had to let him go because he was a fully grown adult and in the end he found his brother and sister.

It is an awesome book and I hope you enjoy it as much as I did. : )

Congratulations Lisa!


Lisa was presented with a highly commended certificate in Maitland City Library’s annual WRITE NOW! writing challenge. Well done Lisa!
Read Lisa’s story below.

The Light in the Forest

There it is! I see something I remember from when I was young. It was so bright and captivating, compared to the dark forest I’ve lived in for most of my life. I stare at it and then move towards it – but I take a wrong turn.

I am travelling through the forest, I have been walking my whole life. Struggling to find my way, it’s like the forest never ends. The forest is dark, gloomy and filled with wild animals, but the animals keep their distance and leave me alone.

Everything is turning dark again, and once again I cannot see anything. The forest is now opaque. I turn myself around and try to find the light, but it is gone. I turn and walk in the opposite direction, back towards my beautiful, golden light. I remember this light – I have seen it before. I have memories of my family, from before the time I was lost in the forest. My mother explained this light to me – she called it Our Sparkling Sun. Slowly, I start to understand. The light I found is the sun as it sets.

I find a safe place to sleep – among the trees where I can hide. I never know when the animals might be hunting and think I would be a delicious meal. I find it safer to move through the forest at night, when the largest and most dangerous animals are sleeping. My eyes have adjusted to the darkness. I am a nocturnal human being.

I awaken to the light shining in my face. It is so bright that I have to look away. Our Sparkling Sun is so close that I know I can reach out and touch it.

It is my mother, trying to tell me something – trying to show me the way out of the forest.