Yellow flowers burnt on the fence,
Bushfire season again.
Reminiscing battles fought under a burning sun
Pain echoes, shots from a gun.
Millions of dead buried as one.
Closed eyes and turning to run
The fence bites, the rabbits spoil
Opening eyes and watching the sky cry
Sinking underground and into the soil
What have we done?
Kate Simons is a full-time creative writing student at QUT. She is an avid reader whose passions are writing and travelling. She is currently working as a teacher’s aide at a primary school as well as writing her novel when she gets spare free time.