Voices

• Yarra Jackson, Grade 7
• Poetry
• 2019

1st Voice: A grey, a dark grey
In the park of towering trees and not the lovely bay,
Constantly being ordered so fast,
But then I heard a kind voice, At Last

2nd Voice: It was time to take our dog for a walk,
So "Hey Smudge" my dad called,
Off to the park my world of creation,
But then I started talking to a boy, It was like his mother let him have no imagination,

1st Voice: It was such a mundane day,
And we had to go to the park, when i am not even allowed to play,
A friendly girl asked me if I wanted to go on the slide,
She was amazing maybe there is hope if I can find,

2nd Voice: It was time for the park again,
And I saw this boy sitting in the dark and dusty park lane,
I got him to play with me and Charles picked up a flower and gave it to me,
His mother called him to go home he looked sad and stared down at the burnt tree.