Oh, what the hey, it was fun posting that last... post. So, why not, i'll share some more. Recently I went bushwalking with my very good friend, Glenn (teacher & poet also) and had an absolute blast of a time. Here's some haiku of the trip:
bush fly
the distant humming
of the highway
lookout point
we share
its silence
driving for miles
we vent
our road rage
broken twig
how quick
this wild peacock
a new shrub
every kilometer
a memory
