October 10th, 2021Take a bow, young writers and dreamers

THIS is the second in The Local’s series of primary students tackling the topic My Dream and secondary students on The Stranger for the Words in Winter festival.
Competition coordinator Maureen Cooper praised the high standard of entries and said she looks forward to next year’s competition place-getters being celebrated in person at the Daylesford Town Hall.

My Dream
by Jaya, 9, Yandoit Primary School, Grade 4

The wind howled and the historical fine trees swayed. The forest was silent at night except for the wind. The ghost horse’s mane billowed out behind her like an endless magical wave of sorrow.
Her hooves clipped along the see-through frosted ice in the town. She waited by the old fountain. Meanwhile I stepped down the stairs as quiet as a mouse and opened the front door.
I could feel Fern, the mysterious ghost horse. I walked outside. I could sense Fern now as I stiffly walked towards the old fountain. Just then I heard the old mare speak, it sent shivers down my spine. “Hi Fern,” I said tracing my fingers down Fern’s star. I mounted and Fern cantered off.
“Fern, where are you taking me?” I screamed above the wind. Wait and see, she said in her head, as we reached a destruction site.
“Hey!” I said. “My dad works there.” “That’s the problem,” said Fern. “They’re cutting down our homes and building cities, we will be extinct if we stay out here forever.”
“That’s so sad,” I said. “I know,” said Fern. “I will try to persuade my dad to shut down the site, but it won’t be easy. He is making a lot of money out of this.” “I will try to scare them off,” said Fern. Fern cantered back.
I was horrified when I got home for breakfast. Dad was in the kitchen buttering toast. “Excuse me,” I said. “Yes,” said dad.
“Do you need to keep going with the destruction site?” “Are you kidding me?” he said. “Hey, get up for school.”