Walk in the Scrub

Down the road.

Past the bunnies.

Over the guard rail.

Into the scrub.

Face full of cobwebs.

On through the scrub

Beside the highway

Wet grass!

Swish. Swish.

Up the hill

Beside the fence

Grass to my knees

Towering Thistles.

Onward I slog

Grass to my thighs

Seeds everywhere

Past the bees

Into the ditch

The road is in sight

Past the broken fence

GATE.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Turning around,

Past the broken fence,

Into the ditch,

Down on one knee,

Past the bees,

Seeds everywhere,

Grass to my thigh,

Nut on a bike,

Nut on a bike.

Talking away

Grass to my knee

Beside the highway

Wet grass!

Squelch, Squelch.

Saying goodbye

Into the scrub

Waterlogged feet

Slosh, Slosh.

Face full of cobwebs

Over the guard rail

Past the bunnies

Up the road

Finally Home.

 

 

 

 

 

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