Swan River Poetry - Jack

I was lying across a plank,

For that special place was a tree,

Built along a riverbank,

Shining as a message to be,

It wasn’t much but it was enough,

The tree wasn’t all but rough.

Water splashing against the bay,

Filling my mouth with all the salt,

Making me wonder whether to stay,

Feeling like doing a somersault,

Parakeets chirping as though with glee,

Watching the dolphins trying to flee.

The waves spiraled around me,

Glittering in the mighty sun,

Giving me so much company,

I was alone but having fun,

It made only try to think,

Not to miss a single blink.

For when in my bed at night,

I think of the masses of pollution,

Which can’t but give me a fright,

I think everyone must show cooperation,

To clean up the almighty river,

So that more people can go hither.

By Jack Beaman