The bush poem
By Kyle V
A kangaroo stretches and scratches her back
a joey in her pouch staring down the track
A friend lays close by frying in the sun
another bounces past looking for fun.
The dry bush crackles like a fire at night
the sun beats down bold and bright
The whistling and singing of birds so high soaring, swooping through the everlasting sky
Deep in the valley lies a swaying stream
The light bouncing of it in a glistening gleam
It won’t be long before day becomes night
And the creatures that live in the darkness take flight.