In front of me I see a row of native trees.
In the distance I see a great thick
forest.
Above me I see the great burning sun
as it beams down on me.
Below me I feel the hard ground as it
scratches my legs
I can hear the vehicles way out in
the distance
I can smell the fresh air as it fills
my nose
I can tastes the crunchy sand as it
gets stuck in my teeth
It makes me feel like I am free boy.
Jake Johnston
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