Runner-up in the grade 7/8/9 section -“Horses of the Camargue” by Marion Scott

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Horses of the Camargue 

by Marion Scott, from St. Michael’s Collegiate

As the sky is sprinkled with the light of day 
White horses join the salty spray 
The cool night air and harsh winter rains 
The mistral that whips and rustles their manes 
A horse that roams the watery plains 
The horses of the Camargue 
The herd has stilled, a tall mare strays 
She and her colt have stopped to graze 
He is not white, but charcoal black 
An egret, perched, upon his back 
Snatches insects for a tasty snack 
From the air of the Camargue 
The mare devours the shoots of reeds 
That whisper softly in the breeze 
The colt lowers his head to eat 
His muzzle and the water meet 
He snatches the samphire at his feet 
The food of the Camargue 
Afternoon sun makes the water shimmer 
Flamingos reflected as in a mirror 
And from the colt’s back the egret spies 
Observing the world with his glassy eyes 
And, suddenly, takes to the skies 
The sunset of the Camargue 
And far away where the herons cry 
And mackerel scales speckle the sky 
Over the salt water you will see 
White horses gallop, wild and free 
And these; they are the horses of the sea 
The horses of the Camargue.

Highly commended in the grade 7/8/9 section – Clementine Harris’s “Frog Spawn”

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Frog Spawn 

by Clementine Harris, from St. Michael’s Collegiate

Orbs of opaqueness, 
buoyant in silt. 
A galaxy enclosed, 
dark and light collide.
 Charcoal birds eggs, 
speckles swimming. 
A coterie of kelp. 
Ten thousand to one, 
river-time brume. 
Secluded rain ripples. 
Dappled buckets, 
too small to hold. 
Glassy reflections, 
brothers alike. 
A solitary quill, 
obsidian ink-stained. 
Creeping further outward, 
searching for the edge to drown itself. 
Suspended from the air, 
living as rain. 

Runner-up in the grade 5/6 section – Our Vast Wetlands by Daisy Willows”

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Our Vast Wetlands

by Daisy Willows, from Scotch Oakburn College

The fresh green grass blades 
Grows from under the murky water 
The sloshy marches 
Stretch forever 
As they disappears into the horizon 
I see vast flocks of birds, 
Peppering the sky 
Deadly predators 
Crocodiles, 
Pelicans fishing for food, 
Disappearing under the wispy reeds. 
The rich, sodden soil 
That lives beneath the marshes 
After the rains come 
Gluggy, turned into mud 
In the boiling summer sun 
Water evaporates 
And the soil cracks again 
Birds migrate 
An incredible natural cycle. 

Runner-Up in the grade 5/6 section -Stephanie Wilks’ poem, “Wetlands”

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Wetlands

by Stephanie Wilks, from Scotch Oakburn College

Beautiful flowing waterways, 
Where there often is no drought. 
It’s peaceful, calm and quiet, 
Until the creatures come running out. 
Pelicans, swans, crocodiles, 
You will find them high and low. 
Some creatures even live there, 
That we don’t really know. 
The water rises up, 
When all the rain pelts down. 
Lots of puddles form, 
Taking over sacred ground. 
Flora and fauna bloom and thrive, 
Meandering all around. 
Reaching for the canopies of trees, 
Of which to mud their roots are bound. 

Runner up in the grade 5/6 section – Sarah Richman’s poem “The Wonderful Wetlands”

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The wonderful wetlands 

by Zara Richman from Scotch Oakburn College

Flourishing wildlife bursts into life 

Waterfalls run into calm rivers

Dominant mammals lurking near reptiles 

Nursing their young close to the billabong 

The water’s edge at the light of dawn 

Shimmering water is animal’s home 

Lurking in the mist, powerful deadly predators 

Along the plains, in moist warm air 

Animals under threat, losing their homes 

The overhang is watching everything that happens below 

The essence of nature 

Dazzling though the clouds of the morning brightly shining 

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Birds swoop over the reflective water 

Beautiful creatures live peacefully 

Not destruction to be seen 

Animals are free 

A place to call home 

Runner-up in the grade 5/6 section – Archie Jones’ poem “Wetlands”

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by Archie Jones, from Scotch Oakburn College

I hear birds   
As they call to their loved ones  
Crocodiles lurking deep down 
Below the waterline  
Swans and pelicans 
Competing for food 
Diving, hunting, pecking  
Fish shimmering, ducking, hiding 
Their lives will soon be over 
Animals drawn away 
Far away from their homes 
The injured are left behind 
As the wetlands evaporate 
In the hot summer sun 
You hear the splash of crocodiles 
Grabbing the injured animals   
Soon to be gone 
And the crocodile will always 
Be waiting for more. 
  

Highly commended in the grade 5/6 section – Nina Pahari’s “Wonderful Wetlands!

Wonderful Wetlands! 

by Nina Pahari of Bellerive Primary School

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Croaking, swimming, 
Hopping in the wooded swamps. 
Yellow, brown, green and gold. 
Newly born tadpoles frantically flipping in the murky water. 
Frogs of the wetlands 
Graceful, elegant, 
Some gliding, some drifting. 
Plunging their long necks into the water, hoping to find food. 
Look up ahead!
Hundreds of them, flying towards the rain. 
Swans of the wetlands 
Stretching tall, 
Swaying gently in the breeze, 
Trying to grow higher than the sun. 
Birds plucking them out one by one to build their nests. 
Reeds of the wetlands. 
Paddling slowly through the still water. 
Small, cockroach-like body scrambling over pebbles. 
Scurrying to find shelter, 
Waiting to be prey. 
Waterbugs of the wetlands. 
These are just some of the many wonderful things that make up our wetlands.