sun’s last light
Trees are always beautiful in every season…and down by our river there are still autumn colours but the Eucalyptus are showing a promise of things to come. Their arms stretch to heaven, and the joy they bring brightens the earth.
In the words of Joyce Kilmer:
I think that I shall never see
a poem lovely as a tree.
This steaming hot waterfall is at Hell’s Gate, near Rotorua, New Zealand. Apparently Maori warriors used to bathe here after battle to help heal their wounds…
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clinging to the tree
Enjoyed a walk along the river yesterday. A welcome breather for us and the dog. It was higher than we’ve seen it since the flood warnings, and once more the access road behind Kowhai Park was flooded. Mud everywhere.
river running high
between the sodden banks
framed by winter trees
through the changing of the seasons
they wait for Reveille
foreign shores holding our dead
Herewini Whakarua, a Maori Battalion soldier from Waitotara, who fell on the battlefields of Europe, was chosen to represent our WW1 fallen. His statue stands in the Moutoa Gardens (Pākaitore), Whanganui.