An Autumn Land

• Estelle Lewis, Grade 4, Bowral Public School
• Poetry
• 2014

Excellence Award in the 'The Text Generation 2014' competition

I stare up into the open branches of trees,
A cool breeze blows through the woods,
And branches rustle leaving leaves behind.
Trees move to the rhythm of the wind,
Leaves hide the color blue from the sky,
Birds glide through the trees without a sound,
All is quiet.
Wisteria twists around trees,
Tighter, and tighter it grows.
The wind whispers in my ear,
I listen to every word.
"This is a land you will always remember,
A land you will never see again."