Kiwi Orchard
The mountain mist
rolled down the hill and cover
the valley below
in the Maori cloak of hope
The kiwi orchard drooped with new fruit
as the sweet-sour fresh green juice
dripped magic message patterns
onto the coiling pitch black volcano soil
The Maori elders led the way
to the wharenui behind the majestic Puhutukawa tree
where you once met me,
where you once said you cared for me
The Mokus and Tattoos shaped
the past to remember, onto the muscled arms of the future
as we shared stories of years gone past
and shared lessons learned from ancestors hearts
Maori people far and wide
I salute your mana, your history and your fight
My kiwi river, mountain and waka, now run through my veins
as my love and respect for you ever remain
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