We'd like to introduce with a poem:

I Am A Brick

Boring, dull shades of brown,
Sad and miserable.
Standing straight and formal.
Wishing I was exciting,
Feeling squashed,
Holding the school up all day,
I feel locked up, a prisoner,
Like a criminal.
I feel angry,
Not part of the community.
No-one likes talking to a brick wall.

6KM
June 19, 2002