The Big Bush

                               The toads croak and the magpies sing.

                               My dirty dirt bike drifts in the mud.

                               My dirt bike is as fast as a raging bull.

                               I black out; I smell a lot of smoke.

                          The speed of my dirt bike as it loses control.

                               I crash on a pile of skinny sticks.

                          My mates Laiken and Aston help me up.

                           They lift me up on my muddy dirt bike.

                            We zoom across the shallow puddles.

                                There is a clearance in the bush.

                                  The birds are flying away.

                         The rabbits go back into their holes.

                         We venture home and have lots of food.