Such a miserable weather day today - we've been promised sunshine & it's massive velocity winds - all the better to bring the 2nd Icelandic volcano ash over here. Bah.
I wroted a poem today. Well, it's not strictly a poem - it's a writing excercise.
Where I am From
I am from buzzy bees, from manuka honey and pohutakawa trees.
I am from the mountains overseeing beaches, glaciers looking to valleys, and dappled primeval forest.
I am from kowhai trees, curling furn, tea tree clusters, and long hot days on black sand beaches.
I am from Barnfathers and Basons, from my cherubic Pop, soft clicketing Nana, and ‘don’t touch that’ cause it’d get broken for sure Nana.
From regimented towel folds, bookworms, candles catching fire and ginger toms traveling in backpacks.
I'm from moo loo country, from a royal river town with a 6 syllable name, bacon & egg pie, prawn cocktail and roast beef christmasses in the sunshine.
From crochet blankets, cherry ripe care packages, squalling visits to washing machines and trifectas of feline bedmates.
I am from bush walking with kea, weka and kiwi, where tuis, bell birds and moreporks peal about the hills,
I am from comfy couches, rugby hakas, childrens laughter, home cooking, glowworms, laughter around the kitchen table and many many happy memories.
You can’t ask to be from more.
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