Among the creepers and broken trunks, (7)
A vision of red and yellow flashed upwards with a witch-like cry. (7)
The creepers and the bushes were so close that he left sweat on them. (61, 62)
Holding his breath he cocked a critical ear at the sounds of the island. (62)
Far beneath, the trees of the forest sighed, then roared. (106)
A deep, harsh note boomed under the palms. (12)
Sucking back again, the forest re-echoed; crying out of the tree tops, (181, 188)
Then the sleeping leviathan breathed out, (103)
The beast comes out of the sea. ( 96)
Drawn by the thought of the poor yet bitter, (203)
The sea breathed again in a long, slow sigh. (181)
The vast stretches of water smashed into the jungle, (96, 7)
Behind the silver of moon. (136)
The sun in the west was a drop of burning gold. (47)
The end of light and warmth. (47)
Terrified of the darkness, (202)
The flames were now visible against a dull light. (165)
The boys chattered and danced (76)
Their unending dance (146)
The air seemed to vibrate with heat; (146)
Now it threatened. (146)
The Beast, something you could hunt and kill? (158)
There isn’t anyone to help. (158)
Will it come back tonight? (39)
By Harry, Jennifer, Robin, Tony, Jordan, Oliver.
Video of the poem: https://www.mediafire.com/?x9li913r5nmadd7
