A poem I wrote on the weekend whilst sailing – for my wild one observing him racing through the marshlands as he does… Spread those wings and be free!!!
My wild child your home is the Sea
Conceived on the waves
She was the first you could see.
Blue eyes like the water, expansive as the horizon, the world your oyster
That’s my wish for thee.
Now you roam secluded beaches, grassy planes, green hills and lush lands
From coast to desert, plane, boat or vans.
Less plastics, more sticks and bushtucker is fun
Family more important and closer than anyone.
So wild, so beautiful, a pure reflection of Pachamama
You teach me so much and what a privilege it’s been.
I hope to keep showing you more of the unknown and what I’ve seen,
As you keep growing, fascinated, open, wild and keen.
Mother Earths’ pristine love reflected in thy eyes
In every sparkle and wave, sail and splice.
Every breeze, wind and storm whisper that wild is the way to go.
No restrictive benches, schedules, stress, early…
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