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A Warning of Pirongia The soft drumming of rain, Wets the window-pane. Misty, the sky connects Hill to hill, Where roams still …. Nga Patu-paiarehe. Moaning softly on the wind Of an age gone by; Calling for his earthly kin To join him in the sky; Soft and high, Long and clear. Mount the sky, And disappear. Eddying clouds his horse; Moaning winds his voice; Whispering leaves his thoughts; Misty hills his choice. Climb not that hill, For there are many dangers; Unseen they haunt, Still taunt …. Nga Patu-paiarehe. —John Barrett

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Te Ao Hou, September 1967, Page 15

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A Warning of Pirongia Te Ao Hou, September 1967, Page 15

A Warning of Pirongia Te Ao Hou, September 1967, Page 15