A mini holiday is like a bag of riches.
So many sights and flavours to carry home.
At Arthur’s Pass a kea sat on the stone wall
beside me with its wobbly head and sharp eyes.
At Okarito the sand seemed pale
not like the black sand at our wild beach.
A frisky dog wanted to come home with us
until another car came along.
Then when we came down from the Pass
the wind swept away the grey and we saw
blue blue sky and big beautiful mountains.