Poetry about forests, rivers, life, the universe and everything.

I have used my phone for this blog post, I will try to fix up the formatting tonight. In the meantime, hopefully the forests speak to you.

Three rivers and their forests

Daintree World Heritage Site

On that summers’ day it was dark and hot

Where the river ran wild

Crystal clear water tumbling

Powerfully over granite boulders.

Tropical rainforest cloaking the mountain

Of an ancient land, always remembering.

Westland Tai Poutini National Park

On that winters’ day it was bright and clear

Where the frozen river lived

Descending impatiently over

Hidden pounamu.

The forest leaning back 

Into the embrace of new alps, still becoming.

Poets Park, Upper Hutt

On this spring day it is grey and quiet

Where the river carries mountain water softly,

Through flood mitigations and artificial forests 

Planted in neat rows on rationed land 

Not yet reclaimed under a canopy of colourbond steel

Facing an unknown future, intent on living.

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