Wolf Jones

• Bethan Forrer, Grade 6, Islington Public School
• Poetry
• 2017

Excellence Award in the 'Write Here Write Now 2017' competition

Walking through the cemetery,
On a cold, dark night
Gravestones looming out the shadow
In the torch light.
A headstone catches my eye,
Its name is roughly carved
Wolf Jones, tears for you fall from the sky,
And the sky, without you, is starved.
Wolf Jones, the one who was kicked and slapped
Who finds solace in the rain,
Joy in the sleet
And lived in unimaginable pain.
A headstone I walk away from
Its name is roughly carved
Wolf Jones, tears for you fall from the sky
And the sky, without you, is starved.