The city of Auckland its roads spreading wide,
twisting and winding like webs from a spider.
Maori descendents spread culture and pride,
while attempting to tolerate, me the outsider.
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I was drawn in by the title and I'm so glad I found this work of art. Beautiful words and a wonderful image of your adopted homeland. Thank you for sharing. Andrew x
Agree with all below.... you do this so much better than I would ever do... our lovely Drury and those Bombay Hills TenFOLD
Just amazing, like a coming together of different people, different cultures Endless blue skies boast of spring over farmland, branches once naked stretch out to transform. Rampant is growth seeming wild and unplanned, tempting blossom and blooms to bask, to feel warm. WOW! A* for this one, top draw Love duncan X
As Francis knows, I love rhythm and rhyme. That's what I write, and it's hard to find here. I hope you don't go anywhere because I intend to read all your poems. Thank God, I stopped here. You did a wonderful job on 'The Green Hills of Drury'. I won't be able to stay today but as Arnold says, 'I'll be back'. Greenwolfe 1962
What a beautiful poem you have written here Ann you do have a way with words up to your usual high standards, great work
Ann, Wonderfully descriptive and visually beautiful. You transport the reader there. I live in the foothills of Mt Hood in a rain forest of Cedar trees. Peace, Ray
Wonderful imagery Ann and such love for your adopted home shows through in your beautiful words....this is lovely...and thank you...