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Mahanga My child speaks Yet language lacks To bridge the ages Now to Then Son of tribe, And craftsman's heir He learns in a century Of different men. He touches age-old Weathered wood, Brown fingers tracing Curve of carver's tool. And in his dark And curious eyes I see my own disquieted, searching soul.

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Te Ao Hou, June 1975, Page 27

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Mahanga Te Ao Hou, June 1975, Page 27

Mahanga Te Ao Hou, June 1975, Page 27