The Hidden

• Kathryn Fisher, Grade 9, Blackheath and Thornburgh College -
• Poetry
• 2018

Finalist in the 'Horizon of Dreams 2018' competition

Through centuries of memories, the Hidden watch and grow,
They well remember all the forgotten things that we should know.
They remember well the times of peace and those of suffering and fear,
And how we survived through the pain to find new hope and cheer.
The memories of forgotten things, of eyes and smiles, and hands,
As they sail across the seas, on roaring winds and claim new found lands.
The Hidden watched upon high, as boats to beach were cast,
Unseen eyes on a sunlit shore watch, then fade into the past.
They remember the wars, started by the leaders who would not fight,
And they watched on as sobbing soldiers pleaded mercy as they died.
They remember the good ol’ days, when kids would run and roam,
And only with ripped clothes and cheeky grins would they wander home.
The Hidden watch and wait for memory to shine at last,
For us to see and remember these shadows of the past.
The Hidden wait and hope and dream, that one day we’ll find a way,
A way to recall those forgotten things and remember yesterday.