Farm

Te Ao Hou, September 1967, Page 49

Farm Greasy water, still with silence … Calves enjoying the luxury of shadiness … Prickles, poking onto my socks, eating up the cotton. Myna Whautere And here are three poems on ‘Wind’ from pupils of Form 3E. Hurricane strong, swift and powerful, comes like a ghost all wrapped in black. Down comes the strong wind pounds on our shivering bodies. Moetu Heremaie Wind blowing waves rolling blowing hard while houses are stripped apart trees collapsing water crashing. Hemi Epiha Sweeping across the sky, howling like a great dog. trees rustling, hats flying, shivering bodies crowd around warm fires away from the cold, cold wind. Everyone enclosed in houses, away from this fierce wind. Lance Nicholas