 |
| Coastline. (MFB 6 March 1969) The trees bend at the mercy of the cruel wind as she blows The once small steam goes swiftly as to the sea it flows. The awesome mountain ranges glare At the desolation bare. And the sea is rough and cruel As the waves and sand, they duel. Bedraggled sheep stand there in fright Grouping cattle low their plight. A lonely farmhouse looks in awe At the elements rough and raw. Till the storm dies you can bet Nothing can be done just yet. 3 days later, that same scene Is so different, not as mean. The trees sway briefly as they yearned For now the gentleness has returned. Water trickles to the sea Over fields, so green and free. The guarding mountains show a smile The storm it lasts so short a while. The sea is green and all is calm Nothing came to any harm. The sheep are clean and fleecy white The cattle contented, feel just right. The farmhouse there has come alive As busy people crowd the drive. Everyone pulls their weight it seems To rebuild the farmers dreams. |
| Written in 1969 about a piece of coastline (Mokau) en route to New Plymouth in New Zealand |
|
|
 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
| Page made 20 November 2001 |
 |