Fields of Spring
A wilderness of tea-trees
In our paddock playground
One free day in the midst of childhood
A day filled with everything
We are wild things,
Charging, ducking, hiding,
Flies swamping our sweaty faces
A dove, startled, flies up and
Petals fall like a sprinkle of rain
As we play
Cowboys and Indians
With imaginary guns
Bang! Bang! You’re dead!
Falling to the ground face-up
Wisps of clouds slide above
As if breathing in and out.
Australian Children’s Poetry 
A beautiful poem, Di!
Dear Di – what a gorgeous poem! i loved the clouds breathing in and out. I wish i could write like you, for kids – each metaphor wihtin thier grasp, but beautiful as well. Mine don’t work nearly as well for kids, though not bad for adults…And what a lovely photo Jeanie found for it as well!
Wonderful.