Wildlife Refugee
26/05/2011
Etched in my minds eye:
Were the trees that met the sky
Where the algae hit the nose
Gravel crunching beneath our toes
Where we’d stop to look around
Where we stopped to hear the sound
We stood above the shrinking ground
And sat to watch our Sun go down.
And then to light up another one
After that we would usually go to Wawa or something..
