The Tapestry

• Lylah Ellao, Grade 6, Albury Public School
• Poetry
• 2017

Excellence Award in the 'Spread The Word 2017' competition

Golden thread weaves its path through felt, singing dark lime,
which grows upon a silk tree-trunk, Its size measured by time.
The woven gold then stitches a trail, to hills of batik flowers,
Where silk petals and shiny beads, wake to greet morn' hours.
Sewing afar, past the patchwork fields, the sun meets the sea,
where sequin schools of fabric fish dart through reefs in glee.
Now the deep travels by silk streams, sewing onto the snow,
where patterned dove silk,
stitched with fabric of ilk,
followed wherever you’re sure to go.
A pond at the foot of the mountain, is where the stiches'll rest,
nearby an old lady lives, 'tis her home where she sews her best.
She her needles, and lots of yarn and thread,
all of the fabrics are stashed under her bed.
The things she's a-sewing are flooding the floor,
and set perfectly on the table, is a tapestry with colours galore....