The Poem

• Imogen Moore, Grade 3
• Poetry
• 2018

The night was dark and dangerous
Dingoes dig dungeons so deep.
They howl deep in the jungle and they also eat sheep.
The shimmering sun was no longer shining.
The moon had come out to play.
The night is here at last and now it’s the end of the day.
The silent sparrows sing softly.
Putting all living things to bed.
All living things lay still.
Resting there weary heads.