In the middle of the road
cones protect us
from holes hidden in the ground.
Early in the morning,
the birds chirp
up in the trees, in their nests.
The breakfast in the morning on the bench
is waiting to be
down my throat.
I feel the sun on me once my parents
the curtains open - another way of saying
Castle Rock is
from the other mountains
while we drive past them.
I love going to Saturday morning sport with our family.
The mud and grass reminds me of
Ōtautahi, my home