Page 30 - Oz Kids in Print, Issue 1, 2020
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Rain
The rain is a soothing shroud,
Cascading gleefully,
Cradling the earth,
Piercing through pockets of light.
The rain is a cordial stranger,
A stoic wise man, spindly, morose,
Who takes your hand in his and escorts you along the narrow, winding streets,
A road to nowhere.
The rain is an erratic beast,
maleficence, harbouring pure depravity,
Braced,
Defensive,
Destructive.
The rain is the unsteady draught of death,
Unshakeable,
Steadfast,
Unending,
which gripes its bony fingers around your throat,
And stifles your senses and objections.
The rain is a giver,
A mainstay of prosperity,
A mother who feeds her child with her own flesh and blood,
A provider.
rain is vivacity
rain is rebirth
rain is creation amongst the imminence of demise.
By Molly Waters
Year 11, HOLLAND PARK WEST – QLD.
Teacher: Ms Gleeson
Yet Again, It Hasn’t Rained
yet again, it hasn’t rained yet again it hasn’t rained
Three months waiting and still no change Dad always says it’s on its way
The tanks are empty But then he says don’t forget to pray
And the dams are dry I always say don’t worry Dad
But still there are no clouds in the sky Each and every day I pray
yet again, it hasn’t rained By Katie Ryan
The cows are hungry Year 8, St John’s Lutheran School Kingaroy
There is no hay KINGAROY – QLD.
The grass in the paddock Teacher: Jodie Springhall
has gone away
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