Places
O, the old winds of Wellington,
The summer strolls of Western Springs.
These dual cities, lived in common,
Repeating notes, that history sings.
Basking now, in Granddad’s care
Bouts of laughter; hours upon hours.
Sweet lavender, borne upon the air
Prancing now, upon fields of flowers.
Here remains, a well-cared orchid,
Words stream by mountain passes.
A calm river, cool yet tepid
Always present, life dances!
Matt Sell is a writer from Auckland, New
Zealand. He is a lover of travel, nature, history and the outdoors. He's
published a number of articles but is more interested in pursuing the realms of
fiction and poetry.
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