My New Zealand Poem
I like the colorful birds when they fly
The snowy mountains reaching for the sky,
I like the sounds of the leaves rustling in the bush
When the sleepy little kiwi give a surprise ambush,
I like to climb the tallest of native trees
I like to see little lambs growing over time
I like to go to the sparkling sea
While the white foam washes over me
I like to see the little calves playing merrily
I like to see the little Joey possums watching over me.
But most of all I love to sit
And read a book under the star lit sky.