Bush Walking
Thump, Thump
My feet go along the mud covered track
My pack is squeaking an my back.
I stop and look at the fantail
Who is dancing like a whale.
I look around and smell the leaves
Of pohutakawa trees
I must keep walking
But my stomach keeps talking
I stop and sit
Take out my sandwich that I’ve already bit.
I am in my happy place.
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