A creek in the bush

HONOURABLE MENTION FROM WRITE ON ISSUE 53


BY RORY PALMER, YEAR 7, AMURI AREA SCHOOL


Frost water flows through me

Cold, smooth, free and wild.

I hear waxeyes chirp and flutter up in the treetops,

A roar of the stag call to his mate

In the hills

Snorting of the wild boars

Some rustles in the green undergrowth

Colourful plants surround me

trapping me in this paradise

I can taste the air, sweet, cool

and fresh

The water ripples in my belly

tickling me.

Yellow, warm sunlight

breaks through the thick canopy above and shines down

on me, bright and yellow.

Slash, slish, goes the waterfall below me.

Trip, trap, trip, trap, the brown

deer come to drink.

I look to the left and I see a big brown boar

toss itself in oozy mud.

I can see so much life from

just one spot, so many things.

I can see it all.

I am the creek.


This poem is a part of the Honourable Mention series, for those pieces of writing submitted to Write On Issue 53 (Summer 2019/2020) that we couldn't quite fit into the magazine.


Thank you to Hurunui Creative Communities for supporting a series of workshops at Amuri Area School.


© Write On: School for Young Writers and the poet, 2020