Beacon Of Hope

• Amelia Nikles-Ralph, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2017

A flock of Major Mitchell cockatoos
Glide to a halt on the skeleton of a ghostly gum
Precariously clinging to the skin of the Warrego.
They cry in their unearthly
Troubled voices about Death,Drought,Danger
Their screeches mirrored in the
Barren contours below,the stillness of the air
Mourning the loss of rain. Tufty sprouts of
Pale green grass forming poppies on a grave
After the soil had just settled.
A large white ghost,
Wings outstretched,crest wizened
Takes flight, soaring above
And it is a beacon of hope
That soon promises
Crashing cascades of water will
Frequent the bed of sand.
Birds will find refuge in adorned trees above
As pearly drops of sacred blood grace the soil.