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Wednesday, 30 March 2016

Christchurch is my home

 In the middle of the city
tall buildings tower up, 
survivors of the earthquakes.

Birds glide
gracefully over houses
chirping as they go.

After school the smell of dinner 
from inside the house  
wafts up my nose 
as I stack my scooter 
and walk inside.

The soft touch of my bed sheets
calms and relaxes my body 
as I drift into a deep sleep.
                                                       
Castle rock 
stands tall
nothing can get in its way.
It's boulders stick out
like a jagged saw.

In the heart of the city
me and my family 
break up bread 
and throw it to the ducks 
keeping a watchful eye it for eels.

Christchurch is my home .

1 comment:

  1. I love it Great poem I couldn't do better I lost my words all I can say is I love it

    NICHOLAS

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