I offer a challenge to all budding artists to create for me a cover page for this poem. Alas I cannot offer a prize for the best one but for all who enter will have my undying respect. Sammy. Places Heaven Sent "Oih! Mate! Come over here! Here's the track, See? Right there." So spake Bullocky Dan, The Iron Man. As we swam our way through Ferns, bracken and rough. Wasn't much of a track there that I could see, Looked pretty dense and overgrown to me. We were over in Milford Park, we three Bullocky, Buck Rabbit and me. All bush bred and as hard as nails Searching out and following, ancient Maori trails. Now Bullocky had found this here old track And I knew from his stance there was no turning back Like a dog, nose in air, after a bunny in heat, He was on the scent, ther'd be no retreat. Wading through bracken, up to our thighs, While overhead Pungas, blocked out the skies, Everything soaked with the continuos rain Bloody man wouldn't be here, if he'd half a brain. Bird life aplenty, bush rats too Geezus! If one went up me leg, dunno what I'd do! Teetth on 'em like the cogs on Big Ben If he got hold of me Willie, it'd be the end! Onward we slashed like a three edged sword Cuttin' an' slashin', using every cuss word. Couldn't see much with the rain in our eyes And being bitten alive by the bloody sandflies! "Now this is the trail the Moa Hunters took" Said Bullocky, givin' us that Iron Man look "Betcha before we've gone another mile We''ll find where they'd camped, and cooked in style". Ol' Buck Rabbit gave his Bugs Bunny grin And said "Com'on th'n, whata we waitin' for th'n"? And off into the undergrowth like a rabbit he burrowed Leaving Dan and me, no option but to follow. Bush life scurried and fled, as on we pressed Determined to conquer, our latest quest. 'N' sure as God made light, Bullocky Dan was right For there, up ahead, was a bush cleared site. Tension eased from my aching back bone As I lowered my pack, dropping, like a stone. Bullocky and Buck soon shed theirs Sighs of relief, time to crack a few beers. We'd stay here tonight, amidst the native bush We weren't in a hurry, there was no rush. We rolled out our mats, bags and tent, I tell you, places like this are Heaven sent. Sammy