Yew

• Lewis O'donnell, Grade 7, Albert Park College
• Poetry
• 2014

Excellence Award in the 'The Text Generation 2014' competition

Following through
the sun clothed route
gusts of autumn
soak the fruit
the leaves of trees
do surround
like a paintbrush
Upon the ground

A lone figure
does walk this trail
a path of gold
and trees so frail
no goal nor hope
does she pursue
but to wander
among the yew