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.
Angele Toomey Poetry 