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Wednesday, 30 March 2016

Christchurch

Christchurch

The road cones
guide us
away from holes                

In the magic forest
the birds sing
so sweet, like singers.

In front of my face,
the smell of beautiful pancakes
goes up into my nose.

On a hot day,
the heat of the sun makes
me sweat on my face.

At the back
of the creek,
In the Avon river
fish jump up and down
In the ripples


My home is Christchurch.
Sweet home.

1 comment:

  1. Great job on the powom I really like the road cones guide us away from holes

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