scent of seaweed
in the darkness
This photo is taken by my son. I love the feeling it evokes. Wish he lived closer so I could show you more of his shots. This one is taken somewhere near Spirits Bay in the Far North of New Zealand.
ONLY THE GHOSTS
only the ghosts remain, whispering
where the old boats were built
where the timber was floated
down the Kaeo River to feed the mills
only the ferns and the moreporks
remember the scows, and the river boats
that were shaped here once
before the years turned grey
now the mangroves crowd
above the mud flats and streams
where the channel was cut
to the insatiable mill
the Kauri have gone now
just shadows from the past
sharing their memories with those
who are still, and who listen
proud men and proud ships
that sailed from this yard
over alien seas and out of our time
now, only the ghosts remain.
© Maureen Sudlow
This is dedicated to ‘Te Aroha’ – the last surviving scow
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