Wednesday, 30 March 2016


                             It's  my home.

All around,
Green nature stalks us, 
revealing it's inner beauty.

Above the treetops,
Songs of birds,
fog the air - a misty cloud.

Cold refreshing air,
revives us all - a magic potion.

Hidden in the water,
Smelly fish,
the beach out.

Lying on the stoney road,
Mystical orange cones 
Guard us from hidden danger.

At dawn,
A warm breeze,
filters our minds, 
Into oblivion.

Curled up on the beach, 
seagulls scoff down
stolen chips - 
A mystery suspect.

Hidden under the sand,
Jandals drag,
Clinging on to my feet -
a slithering snake.

This is the place I call home
Ōtautahi, Christchurch.

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