Journey For A Clean Bed

• Samuel Robinson, Grade 10
• Poetry
• 2016

Lonely wasteland is all I see.
The Goal is a bird, wild and free.
We have finally reached the boat.
I ask myself “can this thing float?”
Everyone jumps on anyway.
So this is the place we’ll all stay?

This was the ocean, big and blue.
Where we were, I hadn’t a clue.
My entire family was here,
searching for a life of high tier.
Around the boat was filled with joy,
my uncle shouts out “land Ahoy!”

The warm soft sand between our toes,
fresh Australia through our nose.
Not sure of the future ahead,
forward on to our clean bed.