Song of School Camp Bay

Sitting

On a solitary seat

The Bay sings

to me

splish     gurgle      splish

slap

gentle swishing of leaves

in the breeze

a buoy bobbing

on emerald blue

bellbirds everywhere

squeaking youngster weka

searching for treasure

by the tents

then

excited by the big

fat

wurm

provided for breakfast

by its mum.

 

Held by the still

surrounding hills

far and near

peace-ful

 

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