Where do you come from I ask
I come from a place where the cliffs stretch high towards the dazzling sky. Where the waves crash and churn against the side of the small keeler. The small enclosed bays with deeply gouged out caves.I can hear the strong gales rattling the rigging by night. And I know that Dawn approaches because I can hear the wicker screeching from the shore. I feel the gentle rocking of the waves slapping the side of the boat while I lie peacefully in bed with the stars twinkle in above.
I come from a place where the wind is warm and the water is refreshing. The sound of the sails and winches being wound in is comin. The VHS announced the tide forecast for Terry. The grand Mention House standing proud in the bay now used by tourists. I can see the blue ferry using its amazing powerful side thrusters to manoeuvre it carefully.
Kawau Island
Mostyn Bridson
