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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