The eucalypt tree

• Jessica Barnes, Grade 5
• Poetry
• 2006

Sweet-smelling, dusty and dry;
grey-green.
The Eucalypt tree was tall, and its' bark felt like Daddy's unshaven face.
Its' branches reached out - wanting to grab something - but couldn't.
There were many trees - like an army.
This tree stood in the clearing, like a lost child searching for its' way home.