I was listening to Kings of Leon
trapped on the bus for 2 hours
between a lady who had fallen asleep
and endless beech forest skimming past the window
green green grey green green grey,
until we broke through into farmland
past the national park sign
(ka kite ano ko Te Waiponamu),
and a shock of yellow broom flowers
waved us onwards past the lambs
and streams idling through the paddock.
40 minutes from home
it's stuffy and I'm carsick and hungry,
but it's Spring,
the sun's out and I'm just happy to be here.
Nov 21, 2018
Nov 21, 2018 at 4:22 AM UTC
I was listening to Kings of Leon
trapped on the bus for 2 hours
between a lady who had fallen asleep
and endless beech forest skimming past the window
green green grey green green grey,
until we broke through into farmland
past the national park sign
(ka kite ano ko Te Waiponamu),
and a shock of yellow broom flowers
waved us onwards past the lambs
and streams idling through the paddock.
40 minutes from home
it's stuffy and I'm carsick and hungry,
but it's Spring,
the sun's out and I'm just happy to be here.
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