Monday, 12 April 2021

POEM: Patupaiarehe by

The perfumed sails of evening,
Rose gently o’er the sand,
Where drying nets and wooden boats,
Lay freed from human hands.
The tide relaxed its restless roam,
And slowed in dark repose;
A boy and girl came near to stare
And to breathe the sweet sea air;
They kissed and Patupaiarehe lights
Streaked through that Waiheke sea-
Oh teeming sprights! Oh feral mites!
So old! So young! So free!
Side by side those two lovers dived-
We swam with the Patupaiarehe!

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