Tuesday, 8 March 2016

Memoir of a special place

The house was usual enough; it had
A creek, horses, a swing bridge, and bush, 
Surrounding it, and even a field
I never went to. My family and I
Did what families do - Cut down 
Trees, hopped along on bush walks, built pools, 
Played games, devoured pavlova.
Doing nothing important 


  1. I love you're poem Enzo, it sums up our holidays perfectly.

  2. I love pavlova to its delicouse and your poems great it seems like you put a lot of time and effort into it .

  3. Every sentence captures my imagination perfect