Memories

• Fleur Williams, Grade 6
• Poetry
• 2013

The swaying, swinging gum trees,
Not slipping from my mind,
And the soft Australian soil,
I don’t want to leave behind.

The sound of squawking kookaburras,
The smell of burning sugar cane,
The taste of bitter vegemite,
I may never experience again.

I see snippets from my childhood,
Going paddling in the creek,
Hiding behind the wattle trees,
When playing hide and seek.

I am a soaring rosella,
Fleeing from the seasons,
I pray that that I may return,
The love for my country is the reason.