A special place

We pull, yell, scream, fly and fall

Then gather and recite the day's epic tales

The pines, the upper gums, nuts, solo or runout

On the surface this seems what Araps is about

Scratch deeper and see the people around

Amongst the pines and distant screaming sounds

All lost but together a community found

Away from the office and traffic irritations

All illnesses cured at the pines, Arapiles

Above gear, deep fear, searching for a hold

Breathe, trust, move, feel brave, feel bold

Under the beaming mid-afternoon sun

I exaggerate long-gone stories

Of runout at about 5 metres or higher

Whilst at Araps, above gear seems a much safer place to be

Old faces come, as new friends depart 

Stay or go, Araps is my home

Grow up, get jobs, have kids the rest

But I’ll never forget our time here together

Pines, sun, rock, moon and stories stay with me forever