Memories

• Erin Coetzee, Grade 5
• Poetry
• 2018

Memories
Upon a hill, as the sun reached out
A family tree grew acknowledging the love
Shove, push, get out of my way pest!
Being so close they never left the nest
A warm range of colours settled
Watching the lights scatter across the view
Preparing the fire for their stew
The cold breeze awakened as they burrowed for warmth
Embers danced to the rhythm
Then before they entered the realm of dreams
All their sins were forgiven
They simply prayed to the one above
When all awoken a decision was announced
All would leave for the trees would have fallen
Soon enough they would say goodbye
And listen as the wind would slowly cry.