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New Zealand Dream
In days of youth I dreamed to be
in the land of the Kiwi,
where wooly sheep are more then men,
and magic dwells in forest glen,
where ancient Polynesian pride,
and English tea live side-by-side,
where Frodo found true friend in Sam,
and in New Zealand now I am!
(In New Zealand from January 1, 2005 to late March -
where we hitch-hiked the length of the islands and
gave a copy of the poem to our "rides.")
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| I love the flow of this poem and the rhyming technique you used, it makes it a lot of fun. It's alo really interesting because, as pointed out by another user, it tells a story...something that you personally experienced. Good job! |
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Glad you enjoyed your visit!
My family and I came here some 25 years ago (from Canada) and, despite some faults, as you pointed out, won't consider living anywhere else.
Enjoyed the sentiment of your piece! |
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Comment by: Cherley - 2006-01-23 08:42
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| Very interesting. Your post is a story in it's self. :~) How fun to be able to pick up and go like that. My husband has no desire to leave the States. We have been to Canada and Mexico. He didn't like either. But since we're truckdrivers we have seen all of the 48. It takes a while to figure out the navagation on here but it's pretty easy to learn. Thanks for sharing. |
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Comment by: - 2006-01-23 08:29
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Hi Lander,
I am new to this forum, still finding my way around, and had not seen your response when I replied to Cherley. Thank you also for writing. The other night I ventured to attend an art and poetry "show" at a small new thought church where a friend has been earestly trying to get us to go. The pastor invited me to read my poetry.
It was my second reading ever, the first being a Bahai youth group meeting in a home on the Big Island of Hawaii. The church reading was very nice, because I felt relaxed and comfortable and first shared that I was fortunate to have a high school English teacher who encouraged me to write for the paper, called Spilled Ink, and to be the editor of the literary magazine. Well, our friend, a long-time member of this small church, is the widow of the English teacher. She was out of town and not attending the show/reading, but my mention of the last name helped make a connection with those attending.
I have in mind to share another poem, but this post becomes long, so another time. And of course I am interested to start reading the works of "others" as well.
Warmly,
Gary |
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Comment by: - 2006-01-23 08:22
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Cherley,
It was all and more than I expected! It would take a book to tell the whole story. Kati and I were living in Hawaii and felt it was time to move on. We made a choice to reduce our possessions to what we could carry in backpacks and got a low-cost flight to Auckland. We had about $300 for both of us for three months!
Our first ride came before we asked. A woman getting off work saw us wandering dazed after the 20 hour flight, outside the Auckland airport. So the adventure began.
Amazing synchronicity led to work in a new laundry plant at the base of the Remarkables, where some of Lord of the Rings was filmed. We were not eligible for work permits, but were told how to get the job, and it enabled us to survive nicely.
Later we transported a rental car to Golden Bay on the South Island, and when a job did not work out we found ourselves completely broke without a choice for food or lodging. We'd bought nice hiking boots in Hawaii, same brand for both of us, and they pinched us both in the same place. So I put up a poster to sell them. An hour later, a man bought my boots for the asking price. I turned to Kati and asked, "Do you want a pizza?"
We had left the laundry plant with some tension in the air, especially between me and the management, who I felt needed people skills. One manager asked me for suggestions and I wrote a strongly worded email with 40 suggestions. Some of it was not complimentary, I was venting from my bruised ego.
So when we were stranded at Fox Glacier, I asked Kati what she thought about going back to the laundry. "They'll never take us," she said. I sent an email anyway, and they responded they'd love to have us back.
Well, when we got back we saw they had implemented several of my suggestions. The two managers told me they had some long talks at the pub about my comments and realized they'd not seen the forest for the trees. When we left the second time to fly back to the States, it was with warmth and respect between all of us.
Cherley, that was exactly one year ago and this is the first time I have written the tale. Thanks for asking!
Gary |
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