Thursday, 12 February 2015

Wainui camp


I remember having stroll
around on a hot day,
exhausted.

I remember the flooding water
dodged the rocks,
rapidly.

I remember, burning
wind rustling
my hair.

I remember grass
brushing
against my legs.

I remember a faint
sound
of singing.

I remember the horrid
stench
of mud.

I remember old
shacks
creaking at me.

I remember fields
of grass that go on
for miles.

I remember
Wainui camp.

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