New Zealand here we come January 3, 2008Posted by Rambling Man in Emigration.
Tags: far away hills are green, immigration, new zealand
So I might as well just come out and say it …
Our days on this funny little green island on the eastern Atlantic seaboard are numbered. Yes that’s right ! These Celtic Tiger cubs are foregoing the wonderful scenery, immense prices and material eyes and heading for a new life in New Zealand.
Yours truly has been offered a job in the city of Tauranga, New Zealand and we intend to be there by March !
So much to do and so little time … but we’ve been thinking about it for years … only now does it seem real !
A Stony Pier October 4, 2007Posted by Rambling Man in Emigration, Poetry & Humor.
Tags: childhood, immigration, poetry
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A Stony Pier …
by The Rambling Man
At the end of a stone built pier, I see myself
standing – and I watch the choppy water surround laughing, splashing friends …
Remember the many times I jumped. And now the same
gnarling hive rises in my belly, as it did when mid air then,
only being vanquished when I breached the surface
Realising I could swim; and well at that.
Those were days of carefree, although we didn’t know it,
of jumps and somersaults and cries of “Did you hit the bottom?”,
Whether I sank or swam or drunk a gulp of salted (oily) water
home was but a few damp strides away …
And now I a man, and standing yet on that pier’s edge
wondering what bottom will I hit, or should I jump at all ?
Home will be no longer, short strides along the winding road …
I’ll jump I think and take the salt that this new land(ing) brings
and all that comes with, or doesn’t, or gets left behind …
For I can swim, you see; and well at that.