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.