Sandy river

• Georgia O, Grade 4
• Poetry
• 2004

On the fresh green grass,
We play with the ball.
By the Sandy River,
By the waterfall.

You cannot hear the sound of cars,
On the grass so sweet.
For we are in the country now,
Hear your heart beat.

It's a place you can relax,
Where we play with the ball.
Everything is silent,
But magpies sometimes call.

What a peaceful place,
By the waterfall.
On the fresh green grass,
Where we play with the ball.