Sand flies

New Zealand — Silly poems for your backpack

Michael Freer
Aug 2, 2023
A bird, a kite or a paraglider?

You see the sand stretch in front you,
Thrilled you run toward the sea.
You dive in and swim around,
And back out to rest and breathe.

Then there’s a pain on your leg,
On your ankle and your foot.
You start to slap and shout and scream.

The sandflies are everywhere!
A little blood begins to stream.

The pain’s not over, the itchiness will last.
Not one but two or three days.
There’s a cost that comes with luxury.
It’s all down to us who pays.

While I travel, I enjoy writing a bit of poetry, mostly silly stuff, but all to remember the fun I had.

I publish them all on Medium, so check out my other poems here.

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Michael Freer
Michael Freer

Written by Michael Freer

Social enterprise enthusiast, avid traveller and fiction writer. www.ensoco.co.uk

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