Men of Waikaremoana

Tane’s footsteps echo above orchestral rain,
His feathered followers obedient,
In rehearsed daybreak song.

All else is quiet on the lake-front,
Last evening’s thunderstorm,
A dewy memory upon the landscape.

Haumapuhia, great flailing taniwha,
When, defeated, you turned to stone,
Was your heart the first to go?

KA Brown

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