The Injured Sky

• Liam Letourneau, Grade 7, Beaumaris Secondary College
• Poetry
• 2022

Excellence Award in the 'National Treasures 2022' competition

The flames of night burn slow and bright,
With the grass that burns on the earth in times of blight.
A flurry of stars decorates the sky, with shining lights that please the eye.
The beautiful milky way blankets the heavens with streaks of purple like a dark impression,
Now there are ugly stone castles that litter the landscape.
Those castles turn into houses and cities of wood,
Now wooden poles with fire block me out.
Marble temples gaze at my expanse,
Now towers of grey rise from the land with wooden stakes perched above.
Electric lighted pillars pollute my view,
Glass spires spiral at me and I now dislike the new.
The humans below stare and gaze at the now unprecedented black maze.
No one can see my beautiful stars but prefer to pollute it with unsightly cars.
Help me,
Oh Help me,
For I am the injured sky.