Trees are the beautiful giants of our world. Every outing I take with Grandpa we go to forested places where trees rule the land. Storms should be the ony thing they fear but it is not so. Trees are in trouble from the houses that are made in their place. This poem is about how trees should fear storms, not us. ... Read more

This is a poem about my stay at Burrum Heads. The place is tidal and everyday we have to swim when the tide is high. ... Read more