That golf course on the hill
And thoughts of the thrill
Giant trees and their silent groans
Wet soil and white coloured stones
Berries and cold air in your nose
Damp earth and a pink rose
Kunai grass in waves of green
Tiny insects causing such a scene
The cold trickle of showers
Fields of tiny yellow flowers
Grass between your toes
Market sellers in rows
Distant hamlets, valleys and hills
Gentle showers and puddles it fills
Bamboo and pine cones brown
All at that small roadside town
Photo from "Kaunapulej's" photostream on Flickr
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