The Black Kaikoura Coast.

Star (Christchurch), Volume LXVI, Issue 20280, 14 April 1934, Page 8

The Black Kaikoura Coast.

Home Thoughts.

A MIGHTY SEA a-breaking by the black Kaikoura coast; The gnarled and knotty headlands in driven scud are lost. There’s a coaster battling southward, with her beaten bows to gale. She will not round the headland where Fife brought in the whale. But cosy is the whare, the raging storm it mocks Where the swollen torrent thunders from the sullen gorge and rocks. The foamy seas are falling, the groundswell grand and strong; The mighty anthem calling the reefs and sands along. The coaster takes the briny surge the limestone headland round. The crags are white from verge to verge beneath the blue profound. The evening falls, crisp, keen and chill. The fragrant whare flue Is telling to the ferny hill of food, of home and you. This stony floor! This corridor! The weary sigh and moan. They come and go while to and fro the City pulses on, Astir with life, with daily strife; with heart and pulse astir. For me no City of the Plains! O give me back to her— The great green rollers grinding by grim Kaikoura ground. The sheltered whare by the trees —my own, my native round. —C.O.P. Public Hospital, Christchurch, April 12, 1934.