Bush Silence

• Kiora Day, Grade 4
• Poetry
• 2022

I open my window.
The sounds of Australia fill my ears.
Galahs and cockies chattering.
The smells of fresh cut crops.
The golden glow of the morning sun.
A gentle breeze of air wisps my hair.
I lie on my bed and close my eyelids, and feel my chest rise and fall in the bushland silence.