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A lovely poem about New Zealand November 18, 2006

Posted by Rambling Man in Emigration, Poetry & Humor.

(South Island, N.Z.) by Anthony O’Neill
Summer evening at November’s End
We sit apart, still warm and close

On either side, wonderous willows
Weep their fronds to stony ground

Across the water, a hidden sun
Rose-fingered – Tinges snowy peaks

Close-by a couple eating sandwiches
Conjures a horde of ducks and gulls

Under a sky of deep deep blue
The lake murmurs, over and over

Time is flowing
Days left are few

The lovely poem above was dropped to our house by a complete stranger (Anthony O’Neill) – a charming elderly gentleman who happened to call one evening collecting for charity. We were in the throes of getting ready to go to New Zealand on holiday and he chatted about how wonderful he found it there – especially Lake Wanaka as described in his poem. Reading this poem we decided we had to go and see it and we weren’t disappointed – it is such a beautiful place – to blog about it here would not do justice to its rugged beauty and explosive serenity. I long to return.



1. Gerry O'Sullivan - November 18, 2006

I spent a night in Wanaka when I was in New Zealand in 1994. It is one of the most beautiful places I have ever visited.

2. charlotte - June 11, 2009

i live in wanaka!

3. RamblingMan - June 11, 2009

good for you charlotte – i was only there once but it was beautiful !

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