This is the poem we had to paint something

[wendy]

Not Waving but Drowning
By Stevie Smith
Nobody heard him, the dead man,
But still he lay moaning:
I was much further out than you thought
And not waving but drowning.

Poor chap, he always loved larking
And now he’s dead
It must have been too cold for him his heart gave way,
They said.

Oh, no no no, it was too cold always
(Still the dead one lay moaning)
I was much too far out all my life
And not waving but drowning.

Stevie Smith, “Not Waving but Drowning” from Collected Poems of Stevie Smith. Copyright © 1972 by Stevie Smith. Reprinted with the permission of New Directions Publishing Corporation.

I will try and copy what I did asap
I came 2nd

[Rosalind]

Well done Wendy, will look forward to seeing it. ))))3

[annie]

Well done!

[JaneJ]

Well done Wendy.

Can't wait to see it

xxx

[wendy]

it is terrible really,
nothing like you would expect.
i will try and do it today.

[maureenho]

Wendy it must be fairly good to come 2nd, look forward to seeing it.

[wendy]

Not Waving but Drowning
By Stevie Smith
Nobody heard him, the dead man,
But still he lay moaning:
I was much further out than you thought
And not waving but drowning.

Poor chap, he always loved larking
And now he’s dead
It must have been too cold for him his heart gave way,
They said.

Oh, no no no, it was too cold always
(Still the dead one lay moaning)
I was much too far out all my life
And not waving but drowning.

Stevie Smith, “Not Waving but Drowning” from Collected Poems of Stevie Smith. Copyright © 1972 by Stevie Smith. Reprinted with the permission of New Directions Publishing Corporation.

[Rosalind]

))))3

[maureenho]

Your painting tells a story Wendy, well done.

[annie]

Wow, Wendy, that is a really dramatic message, I like the way you have collaged it