Frayed rope swings over the river -
fireworks explode in slow motion,
Water makes white dashes where it meets the
Splashing people gently,
a warning that it's cold
The smell of ginger beer
drifts up my nose
making me twitch and shuffle on the spot.
As I gulp the drink down it's
tangy and fizzy
bubbling all the way
down my throat until
The drink is gone.
The wind softly blows,
A brownish crinkled leaf.
They slowly create a carpet of nature
On the rocky path.
The echo of children laughing and shouting
makes me feel at home in Arrowtown
That is my home.