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| Daughter Anita's drawing |
Mangawahai Heads.
published 1988
After some years of small farming at Kaukapakapa, the children and I shifted to live at this coastal village and we lived there for a year. I was no stranger to this place as I had started coming here for holidays as a child and after the land was subdivided by my Uncle Ralph, we shifted into our new bach.
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| Look what the daughter's found in the sand |
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| The original family bach |
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One of the poems from this book
Clothes lines spinning empty.
Windows tight and faceless.
Grass inching nice and easy
over paths
up shut gates
climbing trees.
Quiet, quiet, coast
ghost town.
A pulse starts
the sun brightens,
the word 'holiday' hovers.
On Friday, they start drifting in
the first outriders
to evening caravan
of cars, cars, boats, trailers
people, people, people.
By Saturday
every house bursting
every motor mower churning,
motor bikes, motor boats
children, dogs, radios overflowing.
The pulse, now a full throat beat,
vibrates, pours forth, jambs two weeks
then stops.
The grass inching nice and easy.
Copyright: lois.e.hunter
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