By Sharol Taifa, Grade 8, Gorari Primary School, Kokoda LLG, Sohe District, Oro Province
This poem is about the burning fire. Every morning i wake up and make a fire to warm my body.
I stare into the burning fire
I see leaping figures,
Their red and orange arms,
Are the spirits trying to escape
Or the tree trunk that is burning?
I sit and watch for hours,
Finally the dancers grow tired and sink
to the ground
Leaving a heap of ashes behind
to mark that mysterious place
And a few charred remains
of blackened wood.