Elliot Heads

• Jeremiah Casey, Grade 5
• Poetry
• 2008

The charming waters of Elliot Heads is making it hard to go to bed.
Dreaming of the crystal blue waters, if only the time till we go was shorter.
Now that we have travelled and finally arrived,
I don't want to go home, please can we stay?
If only Mum and Dad can come up with a delay.
Elliot Heads water so clear.
Now back to Brissie and the school I hold so dear.