Karaka Wind

 

 

Karaka Wind

I heard a young wind from Linwood Road

Rapping a delinquent song on Urquhart’s shed

And grinned: no radio reggae

Could match this rattle

As even the cattle stopped to ponder it.

 

Disturbed, the boy breeze took off towards Te Hi Hi,

And as I drove past the school,

 Was cornered, stealing chuckles from children.

By teachers armed with ghetto-blasters.

 

 Across the Manukau,

A tall, calling wind came stomping in

And little Bob Marley was away, laughing,

Winding himself up over the western beaches

Growling at storms along the southern approaches.

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[Thurston]

Did even know I'd joined. Man is getting deeper into senior moments.

[Ron]

Kiwi! Good poem this! Its about time you scribbled some more. Sort yourself out! Or else I shall send you stories to read! Ron