Brett Finley: Week 1

I have sat next to this tree doing homework many times now. This tree fern is very different from trees that we have at home. I originally came to his location to do homework because I could plug in my laptop to work on my papers and be outside at the same time. I get distracted many times when writing papers and observe my surroundings. I found that this tree fern really interested me. The way they show their past in all the broken off limbs, the tops just look like a fern that we would have at home in PA. It is almost as if the tree fern is representative of both my life at home and also my life in NZ. As I sit here now it is a cloudy yet beautiful day. The smell of fire burning in the distance as some ash sometimes finds it's way on this very paper. The warm air makes me think of summertime yet the ash is a reminder of snow. It is just the end of summertime here yet winter at home. When sitting here before I wrote a poem.

The summer air, the sound of birds
for these I have no words
Where I am, is far from home
But in my heart, there I roam

The smell so dear
The sound I hear
Memories come and go
Just as quick, I say no

To time so happy
And ones so sappy
I hold them near

And yet so far