That Was Spring

Have you ever smelled spring? 

Sure you have;

Remember that smell of the flowers with the gentle wind blowing

As you walked in the warm air?

That was spring.

Remember that sound of the spring rain on the roof rattling 

And pouring?

Remember that time when you saw the blossom and flowers growing?

That was spring.

Remember that time you were running around and then you felt tired and you flopped down 

On the ground and felt the soft grass under your feet?

That was spring.

The Mussel Farm

The mussel farm was usual enough; 

it had buoys tied together with seaweed-covered ropes 

and fishing boats in the distance.

My brother, Uncle, Mum and I did what fishermen do - 

flung our lines in and waited for a kahawai or a snapper, 

winding up and getting the occasional

phantom, pulling up a shark and a starfish that 

clung onto my hook.

Doing nothing important.