Backyard In My Mind

• Rachel Susanto, Grade 9
• Poetry
• 2007

Behind the windows
To my soul
Lies the backyard
In my mind.

A long everlasting journey
It never ends
Through tough misty mountains
Through green grassy fields.

Warm, pleasant, perspiring
The flora fills the fields
The gentle butterflies flutter
A robin chirps its joyous tune.

The bright sunshine
Fills my heart
The glossy leaves sway
Tranquility fills the atmosphere.

Then misty clouds appear
A storm fills my soul
The happiness, the laughter
Fades away like faraway echoes.

Snowy, silent land
No gleam of sunlight
No breath of the wind
Yet crystal flakes fall.

Ashen soft petals
That flow form the heavens
Transform into a white quilt
Infinite, eternal.

It washes the colour
Of the landscape
Bringing purity
To the picturesque moment.

Then the melodies in my memory
The reflections of the meaning to life
Plentiful choice, love, hate,
Tears, Lies slowly spread into my heart.

Then the heavens open
It spreads up its hands
Holds me tightly
And become the wings that protect me.

I see a gleam of hope
A new dawn rising
In every single backyard
That lies behind the soul.

Rachel Susanto