
Okuti, Okuti with such beauty,
of rocks, hills and plains, the driving rain?
A place to rest, take time to digest.
We might sit by the stream and day dream.
On the other hand work could be the caper, pruning tress, cutting wood... it's all good.
The Pile of wood grows smaller as we load Spud's heavy Hauler.
Once we've had our fun & the job is done,
it will be off to Chirstchurch we'll go albeit it slightly slow.
Kelv 27/05/06