Wednesday, March 30, 2016

Christchurch



Beside the path 
road cones guard us 
from holes
while cars zoom past them.

Across the park 
cicadas chirp their little 
hearts out, singing a
beautiful melody.

At the back of the field 
wet leaves fall from the 
towering trees 
that are swaying in the breeze.

In the middle of the road 
the Hurunui humps 
bump up like a roller coaster 
In Disneyland.

Near the road, 
the Ōtakaro river splashes
against the banks
with the ducks chatting away 
underneath the sky.

On top of the couch 
we all get comfy 
all ready to watch a movie 
in the weekend.

This is where I belong, Christchurch.

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