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Wednesday, 30 March 2016

Christchurch

Christchurch is my home.

Beside me
branches 
sway in the cool wind 
Left-right-left-right.

Behind me 
dew 
drips,
from the big oaks, 
landing on top
of the neighbors roof.

On the road,
a car's 
exhaust pipe 
pumps out dust,
from behind, 
polluting
the fresh air. 

I reach out in front of me,
and touch the
moist
wood of the fence. 

The otakaro
river runs
through Christchurch,
-  cold and wet.

At the beach,
my brother and I 
dive
into the waves,
on a hot summer's day
the water is brisk.

Christchurch is my home.

By Casper 

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