Noises Of The Night (Poetry)
by Hamish Barton, Grade 4, NSW
Lying in my bed under my silky, warm sheets, listening to the sorrow,
darkening night sky.
The birds chirping like angels, the cicadas scavenging the trees.
The frogs croaking in glee and the wind washing over us like an icy cold
The sun’s now rising, what will today bring probably the same autumn breeze.