Amaroo
By Layla W
Published 24 September 2026
Amaroo. A beautiful place.
Monarchs dance to Fur Elise in patchwork paddocks,
Foxes silently follow frightened rabbits.
Lazy angus as soft as snow, amble, serene on a hill,
Their moos echo through the rolling countryside.
A willow tree sings a soothing melody,
As young calves doze under her weeping branches.
The river, a journal, holding its secrets and stories,
A child, bright and playful, twisting and turning on its way.
Built by grandpa’s strong body, and grandma’s sense of style,
Through the old rustic house, their soul truly shines.
A best friend, a memory, been there since forever,
The hay shed, the rusty tractor, the collapsed timber tree house.
Amaroo. A beautiful place.
My roots, my core, the place I will always call home.