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FACULTY OF EDUCATIONEdgewood Campus
BACHELOR OF EDUCATIONEXAMINATIONS - NOVEMBER 2010
Module Title
DurationInternalExaminers
English Communication 110
2 hours
Mr B. Mthembu; Mrs A. Bayat
Code
MarksInternalModerator
EDEN 110E2
100
Mrs A. Pillay
INSTRUCTIONS TO CANDIDATES
1. Answer BOTH questions.
2. Each answer should be about 2 pages in length.
3. Write legibly, taking care with paragraphing and grammar usage.
Question One
Write a critical appreciation on one of the poems that appear on the next page. Please
ensure that your answer has an appropriate introduction, middle and conclusion. Consider
the situation and speaker; language in terms of imagery and figures of speech and the
form or structure of the poem you choose. (50)
The Mill-PondThe sun blazed while the thunder yet:Added a boom:A wagtail flickered bright overThe mill-pond's gloom:
Less than the cooing in the alder 5Isles of the poolSounded the thunder rhrouzh that plungeo b
Of waters cool.
Scared starlings on the aspen tipPast the black mill i cOutchattered the stream and the next roarFar on the hill.
A girl carne out. 'Take care!' she said- ! ~)
As my feet dangling teased the foamThat slid below
Ages ago.
She startled me, standing quite closeDressed all in white:Ages ago 1 was angry tillShe passed from sight. ;2 C
Then the storm burst, and as 1 crouchedTo shelter, howBeautiful and kind, too, she seemed,As she does nowl
EDW AIm THOMAS
Follower
My father worked with a horse-plough,His shoulders globed like a full sail strungBerween the shafts and the furrow.The horses strained at his clicking tongue.
5 An expert. He would set the wingAnd fit the bright steel-pointed sock.The sod rolled over without breaking.At the headrig, with a single pluck
Of reins, the sweating team turned round10 And back into the land. His eye
Narrowed and angled at the ground,Mapping the furrow exactly. -I stumbled in his hob-nailed wake,Fell sometimes on the polished sod;
15 Sometimes he rode me on his backDipping and rising to his plod.
I wanted to grow up and plough,To close one eye, stiffen my arm.AIl I ever did was follow
2. 0 In his broad shadow round the farm.
I was a nuisance, tripping, falling,Yapping always. But todayIt is my father who keeps stumblingBehind me, and will not go away.