Text Schülerinnen des Schwerpunktfachs Englisch
Fotos zvg Lukas Hunziker
In ihrer Schwerpunkfachwoche Ende Juni reisten die 12 Schülerinnen des Schwerpunktfachs Englisch nach Cardiff in Wales. Am zweiten Tag der Woche nahm Autor und Dichter Jonathan Edwards die Gruppe im Rahmen eines Schreibworkshops mit auf einen idyllischen Spaziergang entlang einer der Kanäle, auf denen früher, auf von Pferde gezogenen Kähnen, Kohle vom Landesinnern an die Küste transportierten. Heute sind diese Kanäle ein Naherholungsgebiet und bieten diversen Wasservögeln Nistplätze. Auf dem Spaziergang entlang dieses kleinen Paradieses entstanden die kurze lyrische Texte (Lukas Hunziker).
Along the canal
My eyes have to get used to the surroundings
Everything is so different but still so familiar
The same sound of nature and
the same green growing.
The ducks quacking and chuckling
and I wonder if they see the world like I do
or do they prefer a much calmer lifestyle?
I see them dozing and napping
and stretching and yawning.
The sound of a biker shouting „Go“
brings me out of my daydreams and makes me realise
it is not only nature here
but also rows of brick houses with their white windows
all loved and lived in.
The red gates I see
complement the proud dragon
I notice on the waving flag of Wales
Walking down the canal you still hear
the echoes of the horses‘ hooves.
Under the bridge the echoes get louder
but one boat, calm and alone
is floating on the water
waiting for its owner.
Once you start walking
along the canal, step by step
you start seeing small things
in the corner of your eye
maybe a duckling or a heron
or a ball that got lost.
You feel overwhelmed by all these impressions
Maybe it‘s time to sit down
and observe what is closest to you.
by Naimah Zehnder
Peaceful and calm before me
The water slowly flowing, almost standing
I‘m taking pictures of everything I see.
The ducks – many ducks – with their little ducklings
Swimming in the water, walking over the lilly pads
Flowers – blooming – in every colour and shape
There is white, purple, yellow and pink
The houses on the side
A cat lying on the warm roof
On the path – people walking and talking
Cycling on their bikes or walking their dogs
It seems like nothing can unsettle this.
by Sarah Meer
The cars on the other side of the hill
are chasing each other along the road.
In every car there are people with
different stories
different lives.
For some people, finding a job
is as hard as it is for a duckling
to follow his mother
through the overgrown water.
Some people are chasing their dreams
like the squirrels chase each other
around in the trees
but never catch the other.
Sometimes life isn‘t about
reaching, approving or chasing
It‘s about living.
by Lyssa Brönnimann
The yellow flowers
Sticking out their heads
As if to catch a breath
Decorating the canals
Curious ducks
Black, red, brown and blue
The sky above
A blue-gray mess of clouds
A place to refresh, to rejoice
A place to stay – before, during, after
by Marla Zwahlen
All birds worship my Lord.
Beautiful harmonies from every angle.
singing the name of the most high.
Look at them.
they do not sow
or store away in barns.
But my father provides them with
everything they need
and more.
by Kira In-Albon
Birds flying high
Fish swimming deep
Although the road seems quiet
squirrels, butterflies and ducks
are here
The reflection of the trees in the water
is as clear as my decision
not to swimming here
by Carlotta Strozzi
I look at all these people walking by
biking, strolling, chatting, with dogs at their sides.
Sitting protected under my mother‘s wing
I hear the noise behind the trees and wonder
whats out there that I have not seen.
Maby one day I‘ll find out,
but for now I‘m staying here.
by Elina von Niederhäusern
The trembling duckling
Helplessly here I am
behind this dirty can
It takes my view
where is she
where is my mother?
She tried to save me
not like my father
My begging shouted all over the water
I will wait for her answer
the time no matter
I will scream and cry next to my brother
My brother‘s eye stares at me
hopelessly, sadly, ridiculously
We lose each other as he turns
to leave me behind
Now I am alone in the dirt
betrayed by everyone
I used to love
My heart hurts
so much.
by Mia Gander
What a lovely day!
So quiet and yet so loud
the birds are singing, the trees are rustling
in the soft wind.
The ducklings squeak to find their mum.
The bumblebee buzzes
sum sum sum
High up in a tree there is a mama squirrel.
She calmly eats some nuts
and drops the shells which plop
to the ground.
Next to her in another tree
there are the children
They play tag, lively and free
how cute is this to see?
so joyful so colerful
orange, yellow, blue, white, purple and pink
Smell better than
all the perfumes in the world.
Look better than the best paintings that exist.
What a wonderful sight which I can see
flowers everywhere
Two dragons in the patterned sky
one is blue the other is red
one flies from flower to flower
the other waves in the wind.
one is the little dragonfly
the other is the dragon of Wales.
by Leony Haldimann
As I wander on and on, my strides long and steady,
I think about the other people who have followed this path already.
There may have been a child, young and free,
Rejoiced over every flower, insect and tree.
Waving at the tiny fluffy duckling on its morning swim
Or listening to the birds blissfully sing.
And when one listens closely, the laughter can still be heard
In the rustle of the leaves or the songs of a young bird.
There may have been a businessman, successful and fairly rich,
Rushing, looking straight ahead, not wanting to see the colourful kitsch.
In his hand a phone, someone yelling on the line,
And the old man is too focused, to even acknowledge the sunshine.
And when one looks closely, footprints can still be found,
Where the stressed man had forcefully stomped on the ground.
There may have been a lady, tears running over her face,
And even as she blinked them away, her mascara left a trace.
But the water lilies, the butterflies, the frogs
Helped her suppress and further sobs.
The beauty of it all made her want to see
That hope and happiness will return, never flee.
And when one listens closely, yet they can still hear her cries subside,
Proving that even in sad moments there’ll always be light.
Now, the three people, described all walked down the same road trail.
Their experiences though were different, without fail.
Perception can vary, focus can too,
What you found out, your attention to the positive aspect
Which part of the walk did you pay your attention to?
by Ellen Aemmer
