Sarah

• Georgia Eiszele, Grade 9
• Poetry
• 2010

Gone like the wind, she left the house
She left in the morning, as silent as a mouse
Across the road she went
Towards the clear blue-gum scent

To the pond she had run
As she ran it wasn’t for fun
To erase the memory of him
As she went for that fateful swim

The water was green with slime
As she swam the weed began to climb
Up her feet, she was trapped
Like a crocodile it snapped

He dived for her brilliant red hair
And pulled her out with care
Her pail skin cold as ice
She should have thought twice

The ambulance had arrived
They confirmed she wasn’t alive
Only fifteen, too young to die
No time for good-byes

That girl we held dear
We shall never hold near
My darling, my carer
My sister, My Sarah