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OUR POETRY KIDS
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Bush Fires
by Ruth Foote
Like some evil red mist they creep,
underneath the willows that weep,
faster than a galloping horse, Another poem from Caspar West who won the 2019, Betty Olle
over and across the grass so coarse . Award for Junior Poetry in Kyabram, Victoria. Caspar says,
The sky is dark red with smoke, “This is about a boy’s search for Ned Kelly…” –
so thick is the air, it makes you choke, THE LOST MAN
The wind whips the dusty trees,
the tattered bushes fall down on their knees. by Caspar West
Utter rage and anger unleashed, I visited your house,
Peace and calm are long deceased . old, broken and with mouse.
torn by industry,
In the blink of an eye, the fire is gone, they’ve taken your brilliancy.
the land looks cold, tired and worn. There’s buildings new, the city’s getting near
The country is dead, and I knew I wouldn’t find you here.
all life has fled,
no living thing is to be seen, I went to where you got a sash for bravery
the trees look black and lean. and ate a wealthy meal so savoury.
I looked for you where the creek sat still,
But soon new life appears, where you saved a boy who took your will.
the bright yellow sun calms all fears, But I realised that you weren’t here,
the trees have new life, so I searched another town so mere.
the leaves ease all strife,
everything is lush and green, I went to where you stole,
the country eases into normal routine. gold, a fortune’s whole.
The animals wake in the morning, and sleep at night, You kept people at the station,
everything seems proper and right . where you showed off – you were a sensation.
But you couldn’t be at the Bank,
© Ruth Foote, 2019 (at age 12) Third Place your style was never swank.
Henry Lawson Wombat Awards
I saw where they held you, bleak and daunting,
the Trap’s spirits still taunting.
Your prized cloth now resting there,
a remnant of history beyond compare.
So I went to your very last stand,
where your capture haunts the land.
But you couldn’t be at Glenrowan,
the place where your end is shown.
BUT THE PEOPLE CARRY ON So I looked for you in prison walls,
by Joshua Blunt to see how much your cell recalls.
The place was dark, gloomy and blank,
In the dark and dreary and when I saw your skull my heart sank.
The spark set light
Hear the soul shattering boom Your revolution refrained,
The execution of shaft-man however, your soul could not be contained.
The teary days that followed Your spirit runs with the horses,
The darkness swamped the air obeying nature’s courses.
Crying for the ones they loved Forever, a legend iron-clad
The bells all sounding dull and for that I will always be glad.
But the people carry on © Caspar West, 2019
Charging through their despair Previously published Free XpresSion, March 2020
With loneliness gripping the air Thank you again to The Henry Lawson Memorial
They love, they rebuild, they repair. and Literary Society, for including a brand-new
©Joshua Blunt, 2019 (at age 13) ‘Wombat’ category for children 12 years and under
Highly Commended Henry Lawson Wombat Award in their 2019 Literary Awards.
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