The things we do... :-D

Some few weeks back, there was a photographic exhibition at the local art gallery. It looked interesting so Shirley and I went look.

One of the photographs, of the small remote village of Ruatoria on a very hot afternoon, was the basis of a competition - write a short piece to the theme of the photograph.

Not being one to turn down such a challenge - here is my attempt. BTW it didn't win anything.


Ruatoria

Wiremu half asleep,
Down from the Raukumaras
Sways in the saddle.

Waiomatatini Road
Melting slowly in the heat

Shag the pony plods
Round the bend, over the bridge,
Slow, under the trees.

Wai's left the pie cart.
The iceblocks are melting and
The icecream has gone.

Heat of a summer Sunday,
Sizzling, slowly melts the tar.

The chiller broke down.
There is only bottled beer.
Stu has closed the bar.

The last of the little flags
From Santa's parade hang limp.

Nothing moves at all.
Until Wiremu comes past
Slowly on his pony.