River Mates

• Bayeh-Rose Lak, Grade 5
• Poetry
• 2016

The breeze rushes through me
I see my mates playing in the river
They’re gone
Dead, vanished, gone
I can’t stand the pain
Of looking into the crystal blue flow
And seeing only my own reflection not the ones of my mates around me
People say it’s dumb to think what I think
But it’s not
I see clearly in the water
The ghosts of my long lost friends drifting
In the water
I want them
I look across the other side
Only standing in my thin boardshorts
I jump into the water
I feel my heart stop beating
I can finally rest with my friends in the river