The flames glowed yellow, orange and red,
Every second they spread and spread.

I saw how the fire blackened the earth,
And wondered if that had ever happened in here Perth.

The next clip was of a man being shot,
I saw the way blood poured from one little dot.

Soon he was lying in a puddle of blood,
This changed the colour of the dark brown mud.

I changed the channel not wanting to see,
This awful stuff on my T.V.

Then I remembered what my Gran once said,
TV puts bad ideas in your head.

When I remembered that I knew she was right,
And I went outside to fly my kite.

By Isobel Riggall
St Mary’s Maffra