The Field Clock

• Nadia Long, Grade 7, St John Bosco College -
• Poetry
• 2022

Excellence Award in the 'Summertime Fun ONLINE' competition

Dawn.
Frost licked the tips of the tall grass, glittering in the late fading stars.
After sunlight spilled over the horizon, every crease of shadow tilted,
And was replaced with rich morning glaze.

Noon.
Fresh breeze off the clouds, untainted by the scents of the earth.
Every grass stem scorched under the hush of midday,
Rolling, sweeping plains under a baked blue sky.

Afternoon.
Stale wind lazily ripples through the grass,
Smooth air marbled with both gold and shadows,
Sleepy breeze, drooping stems, sprawled light.

Night.
Moonlight crawled over the sunset and the plains,
A sheet of starry dewdrops placidly lined the night sky,
Quiet energy channeled through young banksia sprouts, into the stars.