Book ideas flow,
Like rapid streams through my mind,
And turn in eddies.
I miss the out back,
Just any place that’s out there,
Away from people.
I grew up hiking,
In the hills and through the bush,
Walking waterfalls.
It was so much fun,
Wet and cold and muddy too,
They were super days.
I have had others,
In many different ways,
I’d say I am blessed.
