My Back Paddock

• Shenae Gibbs, Grade 7
• Poetry
• 2007

PADDOCK
My back paddock is like a dead whale,
Still with a little bit of rot on top.

One small tree
is it's only attraction
It is as vast as the sea.
It seems to go forever
But it is only a few yards long.

The sheep walk around aimlessly.
No idea where they are going.
They stumble over the bumps and lumps.
They are moon walking.

The paddock is nearly bare now,
The only thing that's growing
is despair.