Walking

• Hugh Laverty, Grade 7
• Poetry
• 2008

Walking

In the bush
Through the leaves and branches
Past a clearing
Look at the sky, sunrise
Walking

Whats that, on the edge of the clearing
A mound of dicsarded junk
Basked in the early morning rays of sun
With kangaroos scratching for food
Walking

Rusted tin roofing, tattered and grey
A worn brick chimney saddened by wind
Rotten planks, rusting wire
An old billy can sits, lonely
Walking

Weeds thrive in every corner
Rodents scamper
Inside, hundreds of nests, sitting still
A lone frayed broomstick, chewed on
Walking

To one corner, a wave of hay
Home to a wallaby, alert and watchful
Moths and insects eat at the walls
Spiders and their webs, in every nook
Walking

As I leave I realise the tumble down barn
Is a ruin to most eyes, yet a sanctuary to mine
Walking