All Aboard

©BurgsEye 2003

The waka lies waiting heavy in the harbour. For Wanganui soon she sails into the setting sun and the promise of a new day.
In her wake the well wishers wishing well on dryland will at once diminish to little more than soil speckles on the rugged coastline south. But their hearts and souls ride large aboard, calming the ripped torn ocean and the trade winds making repand pohutukawas clinging to the cliff faces en route.
The fog horn blows all visitors ashore and the turbines turn up the briny like a heaving cauldron boiling over, full steam ahead and we barely hear their goodbye cries over the shrieks & yelps of new beginning nerves.
Theirs are two heads quickly lost into the paint work of the said vessel, everything merging with the night.
Quick stitching themselves apart of the fabric in fresh lands and greener pastures.
Good Luck Amigo's (Mr & Mrs Reverend DIG-Buddle) your memories will live strong.