Vietnam

• Zane Lodge, Grade 5
• Poetry
• 2018

The ocean is oh so calm,
As I walk past the waving palm,
The morning sun over the horizon,
Bright clouds are arising,
I now realise I’m in Vietnam.
Cultural dances across the sand,
Listening to the music of the band,
Water rushing around your feet,
Hearing the band, jumping to the beat,
The calm breeze touches at my hand.