Farm Life

• Kate Ryan, Grade 6
• Poetry
• 2012

The green grass sitting as still as a statue,
and only moving with the wind.
The trees swishing happily,
while the wild wind whistled.

The sound of a tractor's engine,
is the low growl of a tiger's purr.
The rubber wheels crunching over the gravel,
with the huge trailor dragging behind.

The sheep's wool as fluffy as clouds,
The rooster's call is a blow horn.
The horse's hooves against the ground,
sounds like thunder in the air.

Up in the countryside,
in the dry outback,
it's so different from the city,
but I like it like that.