So today I felt like sharing something that my one and only younger brother wrote :) It's a poem about the bush; more specifically, Malakula, an island of Vanuatu that he visited in December last year.
Now though I've only been to Malakula once, when I wasn't even 4 years old yet, I think Corey has captured the whole atmosphere of the place. Not only of Malakula, but of Vanuatu, the bush :) So please, read it and try and understand what I love about this place. The freedom, the happiness, the simplicity of life; these things, coupled with the people, are what makes Vanuatu so special to me.
See vines coming from the trees
Take a swing if you please
Sleep in huts of bamboo, wood and leaves
It’s nice and warm so there’s no need for sleeves
Hunt the birds to your desire
On the roads, you’re bound to get a flat tyre
Take a short dip in the river
The rushing water will make you shiver
Build a fire to dry your cloak
Keep it going with wood and oak
The garden is the source of your food
Many children waltz around nude
When the wind blows hear the leaves rustle
To clear an area with a bush knife takes a lot of muscle
Hear a villager laugh with glee
The people are happy whether a he or she
Look down to the ground as fertile as can be
Now look up to the beautiful tallest tree
Every boy wants to climb the tree
In the bush you are free
By Corey Zylstra
