MICK

On the other side of the school back fence

there is a paddock full of lush wild grass

and there are nanny goats and their kids

who wander around and bleat

and sleep sometimes in the thick grass

with just their ears poking up.

In the gully is the river

surrounded by willow trees

with their branches weeping low,

brushing along the surface.

And sometimes when the sun is high

and you look really close you can see

little silver fish darting around.

On the eastern bank of the river

someone has tied a rope to one of the trees

and if you’re tall enough

you can grab the rope and swing yourself

far out above the water

and if you wanted

on a hot sunny day

if you’re wearing swimmers,

and it’s lunchtime

and no one saw you jump the back fence,

you could drop into the water and swim,

laughing all the way to the sandy shore

watched only by the goats

and the glorious sunshine.

When you were dry and dressed,

back in your school uniform

and sneaking across the paddock

hiding in the long grass,

before climbing the fence back to school

you’d notice

someone has written the word

paradise

on the river side of the fence

where no one can see it but you.

In the last few seconds before you return to school.