A wilderness of tea-trees

In our paddock playground

One free day in the midst of childhood

A day filled with everything

We are wild things,

Charging, ducking, hiding,

Flies swatting our sweaty faces

A dove, startled, flies up and

Petals fall like a sprinkle of rain

As we play

Cowboys and Indians

With imaginary guns

Bang! Bang! You’re dead!

Falling to the ground face-up

Wisps of clouds slide above

As if breathing in and out.

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