A POEM TO SHARE

HEY THERE CHRISTCHURCH AND OTHER KIDS – IT’S YOUR AUGUST STAR AUTHOR HERE AGAIN.

It’s nearly the end of the second week of term three already. In my class we’ve been doing lots of Maori art in traditional and non-traditional colours. Everyone is choosing their favourite pieces to display. They look awesome!

Last night I went to the Regional Science Fair in Fairlie. There were lots of great investigations and experiments to look at. Well done to all students involved and especially to the winners.

Thanks to the people who have been posting comments, including Mark and Ansja Whetu. Mark is one of New Zealand’s best known mountaineers and adventurers. I have been lucky to teach both of his and Ansja’s super-cool kids. Last summer Mark took my book to Antarctica to read when he was down there guiding a group of American scientists. He told me they all read and loved my book but they couldn’t believe it was written from someone in little old Twizel in little old New Zealand!  He also told me that most of them had never heard of Iron Bottom Sound or Guadalcanal, which I think is really sad because thousands of Americans died there.

Do you think it’s important to know the history of your own country? I’d be interested in your thoughts.

I have decided to share some poems with you. Here’s the first one.

POEM ONE: This is a poem from The Ghosts of Iron Bottom Sound. I didn’t really write this poem. I copied most of it from a poem written for me by my Australian e-mail friend Mac Gregory.

The ghosts of Iron Bottom Sound

Are murmuring in the deep,

Underwater cameras have disturbed them

From their long, long sleep.

 In case you are wondering: Mac’s poem was about a Kiwi Writer disturbing the ghosts, not underwater cameras – the Kiwi Writer was of course me!

Log on again soon for another poem. The next one will be from my not-yet-published second book The Lucky Ship.

Ka kite ano

From Sandy Nelson

Author of The Ghosts of Iron Bottom Sound

1 Response so far

  1. 1

    There is a secret place that few New Zealanders have seen
    where lakes are pure, the mountains high and rivers fast and clean
    where quiet alpine scenery surrounds a boundless sky
    and simple carefree people wave to every passer-by

    This place is isolated from life’s normal cares and woes
    and thanks to circumstances prices there are still quite low
    there’s all the valued services from shops to restaurants
    and friendly country inns where keepers cater to your wants

    The local river runs all year an easy walk from town
    with swimming holes and willow trees and fish i’m told abound
    the suns rays on the water like a zillion diamonds gleam
    with cool and crystal pools surrounded by a wondrous scene

    In winter the whole town can be just like a fairy tale
    with frosted trees and bushes framing every snow clad trail
    and every home’s a warm embracing invitation free
    of all your city worries and life’s animosity

    The spring and autumn sun-sets here just take away your breath
    and fantastic mountain thunder storms that scare you half-to-death
    and spring-melt alpine river flows canoers seek in droves
    will guarantee you’re absolutely thrilled down to your toes

    i could go on forever ’cause it’s easy when it’s true
    though you might not believe in all the great things here to do
    so i’ll just let you know the name in case you’re driving past
    the town is known as Twizel it’s MacKenzie Country’s Heart

    http://thepeakoilpoet.blogspot.com/2011/07/new-zealand-secret.html


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