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Sunday, 1 May 2016

I come from a place

I come from a place,
Where on top of the 
Oak trees 
Fantails filter and flatter 
Showing their tails.

behind me I can hear the sound
The otakaro 
Along with the
Quacking Ducks.

Beside me the smell of
Hot chips 
Flows up my nose.

In front of me I can
Swim out into the big blue beyond

This is the place I call home Christchurch.

1 comment:

  1. Good writing👍👌👍 you used very discriptive language. I like how you said that the hot chips smell and it drifts up your nose like a river👌👌👌👌