The Manchineel Tree: Never To Be Seen Again
By Angelin (Year 7, Meriden School)By the brook,
Is a manchineel tree.
It waits in the trees,
Waiting for me.
At Kuitpo Forest
By Riley (Year 3, Port Noarlunga Primary School)At Kuitpo forest I feel happy
At Kuitpo forest the birds are flappy
The nature trails make me glad
When I’m walking with my dad
By Elise (Year 11, St Scholastica's College)When I’ m crying
its you I hug
Its a sob story I’m not buying
It wasn’t just a stomach bug
By Sacha (Year 6, MLC School)The sun falls warmly on my face, spilling a sense of drowsiness and calm.
I open my eyes and become enveloped in the quiet, yet comforting universe of nature.
I stretch out my hand, and vines, like a winding snake, coil and twist their smooth body across it.
The soil is the foundation of the earth, threaded through everyday, budding life.
A Walk Through Darug and Gadigal Country
By Rebecca (Year 7, Pennant Hills High School)We peel back the pages of a gum tree's soft bark,
Scouring the squiggly trails for the stories and secrets
We trample on ancient carvings,
Oblivious to their presence
Stepping out of the I-wants
By Ernest (Year 1, St Peter's Anglican Primary School)The blip, blip sound of little waterfalls
Pouring into pools. The current takes minnows
Down stream like a water train.
I hope I will see those frogs again
By Charlotte (Year 11, Point Cook Senior Secondary College)I’ve kindled my body back into the earth.
She stretched her arms wide
and embraced me tenderly.
I have time to tend to my garden again
By Sam (Year 7, Saint Andrews Lutheran College)Magpie sits on throne
Swoops over those who are near
It means to protect
Is the sun tired
By Jada (Year 7, Hinterland Christian College)Is the sun tired
Does she need a rest
Is her glow fading
Has she been put on a quest
Needles of Earth
By Patrick (Year 7, Epping Boys High School)The banksia is the Earth,
all the needles are the ones who give birth,
they laugh and cheer through the wind,
and when one dies, it flies away,
To the Ground
By Alisha (Year 10, Tumut High School)Reds, golds, and browns blanket the ground.
Bare branches sway gently in the wind.
Crunching with every step.
Rain turning into leaves
By Matilda Rose (Year 4, West Lakes Shore School R-7)Who would have thought something so small
Could live up a tree ever so tall
Cute and fluffy with very big eyes
Just to see one would be a surprise
The Burnt Pine
By Aubrey (Year 10, Tumut High School)The pine is gone
Burnt to a crisp
As burnt as the night sky
Destroying the natural sights of pines