My 'weekly' blog has started out more 'monthly' this year - but, hey, it's summer and the sun is still shining . Who'd be on a computer? Mmmmm.
Below, some musings from Waitangi Day, when I based myself among some rocks surplus to river stopbank requisitioning.
Amid a jumble of rocks
No standing stones are these,
no ordered sacrifice
or tribute to a Higher Being.
No, just a jumble of rocks,
a random collection of jagged edge greywacke
and lumpy, disfigured amalgam.
Like New Zealanders,
thrown together in a new society,
randomly clumped together.
Sharp edges and hardness,
still working out
how to fit together.
Are these the rocks by the hutt river? was there with the kids clambering over them a couple of Saturdays ago, while Anya was at the River Markets, and it was a beautiful day to be beside the river. Was interesting to see the intended height of the new stopbank, and the totem-pole like structure erected beside the river marking past flood levels and the new height planned. Lovely poem Kes Young, evocative, thanks for sharing... Nick B.
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