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,
Beautiful like a sunflower,
Friendly like the ants like sugar
Comfortable and warm like our wooden houses,
My village smells…
Of fresh water when it rains,
Like the white malis flowers in the gardens,
Tasty like fried fish, garlic and cauliflower,
Strong like durian and sweet like jackfruit.
When I think of my village,
I feel very happy and proud
I want to develop the roads, schools and hospitals,
And I want to live there
By Lida, Sreynoch, Chanleap, Sothea, Seavmey and Danth,