I've had a few busy days but the long weekend has arrived in NZ..Labour Day on Monday.
Here are a few quick words from a litle bit tired me
about my day out yesterday.
Here are a few quick words from a litle bit tired me
about my day out yesterday.
Yesterday I went to Te Pahu
my home for 33
hugely significant years of my life
my years of marriage and motherhood
......................
.
The Westerly Wind blew and blew a big fat welcome
Ha ha.. I know you Westerly Wind
I said
the mountain
misty and blue
stood serenely looking on as always
the guardian of the place
and the Westerly Wind picked salty air from the sea
and whipped it over the mountain
and dumped it on Te Pahu and me
as it always did
the wind always knew
I'd come from an ocean place
and just in case
I'd be lonely for the sea
it delivered salty air
from the ocean to me
the trees were still that early gold
before the leaves turn green
and all the while the cows
standing knee deep in fresh spring grass
munched and chewed
ignoring the wind
and me
Beautiful Te Pahu and Pirongia..
always
my homecoming
and best of all are the friends
who still live there
you are dearest of all
but should one day
all friends be gone
there will always be
the land
my home for 33
hugely significant years of my life
my years of marriage and motherhood
......................
.
The Westerly Wind blew and blew a big fat welcome
Ha ha.. I know you Westerly Wind
I said
the mountain
misty and blue
stood serenely looking on as always
the guardian of the place
and the Westerly Wind picked salty air from the sea
and whipped it over the mountain
and dumped it on Te Pahu and me
as it always did
the wind always knew
I'd come from an ocean place
and just in case
I'd be lonely for the sea
it delivered salty air
from the ocean to me
the trees were still that early gold
before the leaves turn green
and all the while the cows
standing knee deep in fresh spring grass
munched and chewed
ignoring the wind
and me
Beautiful Te Pahu and Pirongia..
always
my homecoming
and best of all are the friends
who still live there
you are dearest of all
but should one day
all friends be gone
there will always be
the land
and the mountain
and you, wild friend
Westerly Wind
and you, wild friend
Westerly Wind
Achingly beautiful words and pictures!
ReplyDeleteHomeward bound and so beautiful, Joan. I long to see your New Zealand: your hills and valleys and your people and here you are, bringing it to me in such a tender and poetic manner. A lovely and loving post. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteWhat a gorgeous gorgeous place you live in, Joan. I loved your poem. The West Wind...sounds a lively and knowing one. Puts me in mind of our East Wind.
ReplyDeleteThe photos are beautiful.
Beautiful writing about a very special place, the ocean giving you a reminder of your love for that salty sea air. Lovely pictures, too: the cows, the trees, the green grass and the mountains. Just beautiful.
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