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
…
…
…
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.

November 8th, 2011 at 5:56 pm
I like this Relle.. interesting and well written!
November 8th, 2011 at 9:37 pm
Stream of consciousness, nice change of style.