raven wasp
This is the poem im entering into a competition lmk what you think.
I hail from the oak tree in the park's heart,
Carved with names like Chris, Alex, and Mark, a start.
Where long grasses under the knoll would sway,
And allergies danced as I leaped in play.
"You Kicked It Over," the preschool days recalled,
Chasing soccer balls, adventures uncontrolled.
Ping pong at the gym, my height fell short,
Yet I'd reach for the stars on that table's fort.
Concrete stairs, my makeshift slide,
A sign's warning ignored, on a thrilling ride.
"Slippery when wet," it wisely said,
Splinters in my feet, goals overhead.
Rolling down the grassy dip with glee,
Bindis on my skin, the price to be free.
Chirps of lorikeets and magpies, a daily call,
Begging for crumbs on my balcony, small.
"Big Playground" memories, picnics with delight,
Slim Dusty's "Waltzing Matilda," our car's constant invite.
Tender Buuz, Mongolian dumplings so fine,
Spaghetti with ketchup, a ruse to dine.
Seasonal trips to Wollongong's embrace,
Temples explored, choc chip ice cream's sweet grace.
"Love yourself the most," the mantra we'd shout,
"Try your hardest," without a doubt.
Staying up late, keys rattling the door,
I'd feign slumber, as my parents' steps encore.
Little Bay's beauty, blue bottles by the shore,
Bronte Beach's hidden rocks, where adventures galore.
This is my origin, a tapestry of life's narrative,
Filled with memories and moments, where my heart did live.
flat vine
warm hamlet
raven heath
odd oasis
nocturne violet
native locust