Poem: Springtime in Auckland

I find myself veering off course, taking the scenic route (a tiki tour). Newborn lambs bounce from abundant spring grass in the paddocks alongside the road to Bethells. Ducklings play follow the leader in La Rosa Street, near the schools, as if to charm the children as they charm me. Childhood memories flood me as I watch calves graze on clover and buttercups, ignoring me as I pass on Candia Drive. A laugh bubbles out of me as I watch ungainly baby pukeko totter on their tall red legs in the verges lining the Northern Motorway. These are the moments that are worth making time for.

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