In class today we had to write a poem about a memory from the holidays and this is mine.
Remember That Time
Inspired by Marci Ridlon
Remember that time
You walked the Fern Burn track in Wanaka, New Zealand
And the gentle breeze swept across your face
Remember the beech forest that played host to hundreds of native birds
tuis, bellbirds, fantails and tomtits
And the soft sound of the gentle creek below
Remember the dappled light glowing on the forest floor?
And the feel of the ground when you tripped over the roots of the trees
And the touch of chilly mountain water on your lips as it trickled down your throat replenishing your energy?
Remember the feeling of emerging from the beech forest into the hut and looking at the snow capped mountains surrounding you
While you climbed around in the tussocks, remember the hum of cicadas
Remember the frosty grass and leaves crunching under your feet as you began your walk back to the carpark?
And the sound of the sheep, persistent, piercing and head splitting
And the overwhelming feeling as you approached the carpark
That was your holiday
By Ben O’Sullivan