On The Land

• Ollie Overton, Grade 5
• Poetry
• 2018

Angry annoyed cranky
Loading and unloading trucks at 4 o'clock in the morning.

I live in an old cottage where I lift hay bales that seem to be ten tons to feed our animals with my dad because there is no food.

Now all the foxes are eating our sheep and cattle
Now we have no water, we are losing stock rapidly.

BANG! goes the lightning hitting a tree, SNAP! The tree falls and the rain pours down like buckets of water being shot down on us. We can't get out because the ground is too wet. ‘It's flooding!” I yell.

BANG! as the gun shoots the fox, “that must be the last fox dad,” I said.

“Our sheep are fat, dad.”
“It’s that rain yesterday, it's made the grass really green.”