So still so quiet
No breath of breeze
Birds gently roosting
Amongst tall languid trees
Heat dried grasses
Yellowing in seed
Bow,parched stalks
"A single raindrop
Each,"they plead
Dust dry Rabbits
Sneak from underground
rummaging ,a weed pile
For any morsel
to be found.
Towards the far horizon
Over Matakana's head
A golden Stairway follows down,
Grey clouds,while silent prayer ,is said.
"Thank you for the Ocean Blue
The trees so flush and green
For all the wonders that I see
that are now and once have been.
For the colours in the flowers
The grapes upon the vine,
the cattle,that are lowing
in this evening summertime.
Thank you for the mountains
Around my shoulders ,like a shawl
And for my family ,freinds and neighbours
Who are there for me!
To answer.........should I call".

I think of home when I read of nature
Greens and grasses, lakes and trees
I think of when I grew and what I could have been
I think of the places we played, the beach and the seas
I think of all the things we learnt
Of the scary wasps and buzzy bees
That time we ran forever
Or got lost among the rocks
When Mum and Dad would torture us
After we dirtied our white socks
I think of home when I read of nature
The place I spent my youth
I think of all the innocence
Of all the natural truth...