At the School Camp

 

In our hut, I’m first awake.

I peer through the curtains –

nothing’s stirring out there

except for three magpies and a crow

looking for their breakfast – maybe a worm

or two. Haven’t they slept? It’s only six o’clock!

Everyone in this hut is still asleep.

 

Then suddenly I see the sun

climbing, climbing, ever so slowly –

a faraway orange

that I can’t reach.

Katherine Gallagher

Published in Read Me At School (ed Gaby Morgan, Macmillan Children’s Books, 2009)

 Katherine said: I love “LOOK” as a POETRY PROMPT. It reminded me of my poem AT THE SCHOOL CAMP inspired by a wonderful sunrise in a weekend camp at Axedale, near Bendigo, Victoria.