Toongari Reserve

The sound of

Bunnies running,

Birds hunting,

Balls bouncing

And, bikes plowing 

Echo in Toogari reserve.

As noon turns to night  

And trees turn to hide

The mosquitoes come out to bite.

The sun hides behind the towering trees

And the cold breeze rustles in the large leaves.

I feel at home when I'm in Toongari reserve.