Where wood pigeons swoop down
shouting war cries as they go.
Where rivers slide over rocks
creating rapids as they jump off stones.
Where bellbirds sing and strut around
displaying their tail feathers.
Where enormous redwoods tower above
tall as a skyscrapers.
Where paths dodge through trees
missing them by inches.
Where we hammer in pegs
to hold up our house.
Camping there is where I feel at home.