The Outback

• Kiara Muller, Grade 5
• Poetry
• 2022

I can see the cows slobbering
I hope they don't start clobbering
A horse in the mud
with it's best bud

I can hear the squawking of the birds
Stealing all of my curds
Rustling beneath my feet
The yaks loud beat

I can smell the wild gum leaves
Some have fallen onto my sleeves
The dam's still water
I've only swam a quarter

I can taste the delicious fresh water of the stream
I'm going to jump in 'cause i'm starting to steam
Wild berries everywhere i look
Chicken eggs i'm starting to cook