Sand flies
New Zealand — Silly poems for your backpack
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.