Salt Creek

• Adrian Di Ubaldo, Grade 4
• Poetry
• 2011

It was rough and wild, the seas were raging
But a Mulloway was my dream.

We drifted and swayed across
the spit to the flaming throat
of the beach.

I was ruffled, I was shuffled,
I felt as nervous as can be.

I walked; I saw; I fell to the floor,
The waves crashed with glee.
Scuttling the banks, cold shanks! Free me.


A critter, red and white joined us
on the mounds to
A castle magnificent; full of rainbows and stars.

My day at Salt Creek was a little bit bleak.
The Mulloway, he swims and sleeps, cries and peeks
But is as free as my dream.