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New Zealand Tour Haiku #35

Posted: 29 July 2013

Quake City Christchurch.
Alive within containers.
Re-start shopping mall.

Bill Adair

New Zealand Tour Haiku #34

Posted: 29 July 2013

Hurt, broken Christchurch.
Elegant. Devastated.
Greening the rubble.

Bill Adair

Poem for the Day

Posted: 29 July 2013

Oh hush, little baby, thy papa's at sea;
The big billows rock him as mamma rocks thee.
He hastes to his dear ones o'er billows of foam;
Then sleep, little darling, till papa comes home.
Sleep, little baby; hush, little baby;
Papa is coming, no longer to roam.

The shells and the pebbles, all day tossed about,
Are lulled into sleep by the tide ebbing out.
The tired shore slumbers, stretched out in the sand,
While the waves hurry off at mid-ocean's command.
Then hush, little darling; sleep, little darling;
Sleep, baby, rocked by thy mother's own hand.

The winds that have rollicked all day in the west
Are hushed into sleep on the calm evening's breast.
The boats that were out with the wild sea at play
Are now rocked to sleep in the arms of the bay.
Then rest, little baby; sleep, little baby;
Papa will come at the break of the day.

Sleep, little darling; too soon thou wilt be
A man like thy father, to sail o'er the sea.
Then sleep will not come at thy bidding or prayer,
For thou wilt be harassed by danger and care.
Then sleep, little darling; rest, little baby;
Rest whilst thou may, dear, and sleep whilst thou dare.

A Fisherman's Baby
Ella Wheeler Wilcox 1850 - 1919

New Zealand Tour HAiku #32

Posted: 27 July 2013

Kekerengu shore,
Flotsam bleached by sea and sun,
Tossed by time and tide.

Bill Adair

Poem for the Day

Posted: 27 July 2013

The owl and the pussycat came home from sea,
Their boat had finished its course.
The cat took the honey and most of the money,
And filed a suit for divorce.

The owl had a hard time finding a brief,
But the pussycat had it made.
For you see the poor owl was a ripped-off old fowl,
But the cat got legal aid.

They argued away, for a year and a day,
In court, where they made a fine show.
Till the owl, said he, would better off be
In the land where the bong trees grow.

He was asked, “Are you willing to sell for a shilling
Your share of the boat and guitar?”.
Then after long wrangles and tough legal tangles,
The owl and his brief said, “We are.”

So the owl and the pussycat went their own ways,
The cat left dancing a jig.
She hopped on a plane and got married again,
And the owl went to live with the pig.

The Owl Versus The Pussycat or What Happened Next
Bill Adair

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