Bay of Plenty/Coromandel
Isla, 10The huge waves plunging down deep making a big whooshing noise.
The glistening, dangerous river making a dash for the smooth, calm lake below.
The open aroma that's mixed with all different smells around.
In a totally different world with people's voices melting into a silent, distant noise.
The river so rapid that tiny drops shoot into my mouth.
I wonder what history is tucked inside it?
The bridge sways, I feel queasy as the water bounces off the cliffs and I hurry across the bridge, again I'm glad it didn’t snap!