The Bush

• Grace Jansen, Grade 4, Eumundi State School
• Poetry
• 2014

Finalist in the 'Write As Rain 2014' competition

The beautiful kangaroos bouncing in the hot sun,
But now no green can be seen.
Soft grey fur, now black on the baby koala,
It clings to its mothers back.
Scorching hot sand,
Crackling of the burnt snakes.
Tyre tracks from the last passing truck fade away,
I stare at the burnt down trees.
The soft scuttling of animals in the dead grass,
The eagle's wings soaring in the smoky breeze.
The crunching of the leaves while I walk,
The wind flowing onto my hot skin.
The hot sand between my toes,
Sweat dripping down my shorts.
My beating heart as I walk through the bare sandy plains,
Tears streaming down my face as I see the devastation.