T.V
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Isobel Riggall, Grade 5
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Poetry
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2007
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