Wednesday, 30 March 2016

Where I call home

Under the plum tree 
Sniper lies 
in the shadows 
Eyes riveted 
On me.

On the couch,
My family and I
Watch the pictures

On top of the deck
 the BBQ chicken smell
 drifts up my nose.

Around the neighbourhood
 random cars drive in a out of the street 
the smoke from the car makes it hard to see
Everything is a blur 

This is my home Christchurch. 

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  1. Good work josh,👌 I love the way your said everything is a blur! And how you said that the bbq chicken drifts up my nose🐔🐔. It's like when I have a barbecue.

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