Waterfall

• Luci Holder, Grade 7
• Poetry
• 2017

The scorching sun melts into the falls, as the water delicately pours down into the gorge. The branches in the trees dance in the comforting breeze that ripples the water. Standing at the water’s edge, my toes slowly sinking into the sand. The pestiferous flies plague the air whilst the mix of kids run around in the overhang of the trees. The rocky cliff side reaches high into the sky, the faded rock art decorate the rough cliff face. The blistering sun beams down on the smiling faces of the Wugubank kids.