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Hone Tuwhare's first volume of poetry, ‘No Ordinary Sun’, published by Blackwood and Janet Paul, appeared last month. A review of it will be published in the next issue of ‘Te Ao Hou’. Friend Friend, Do you remember that wild stretch of land with the lone tree guarding the point from the sharp-tongued sea? The boat we built out of branches wrenched from the tree, is dead wood now. The air that was thick with the whir of toetoe spears succumbs at last to the grey gull's wheel. Oyster-studded roots of the mangrove yield no finer feast of silver-bellied eels, and sea-snails steaming in a rusty can. Friend, allow me to mend the broken ends of shared days: but I wanted to say that the tree we climbed that gave food and drink to youthful dreams, is no more. Pursed to the lips her fine-edged leaves made whistle—now stamp no silken tracery on the cracked clay floor. Friend, in this grim time of dark unrest I press your hand if only for reassurance that all our jewelled fantasies were real and wore splendid garb. Perhaps the tree will strike fresh roots again: give soothing shade to a hurt and troubled world. Ans Westra photo

Hone Tuwhare by Peter Fairbrother Hone has a big smile to welcome you to his home. His hands reach forward and beckon you in. That smile is something you'll always remember. Ask him a serious question; his brow furrows and he ponders. You know his answer in his very own, not what he has heard other people say, or what ‘everyone’ is saying—Hone speaks his own opinions. Long after you visit, too, you remember his voice, deep and soft. These things you remember, his happy greeting, his serious thinking, and his voice. Hone lives now at Te Mahoe. His house is one of the Ministry of Works cottages for the men engaged in building the Matahina Dam. One side of the living room has a book-case full to overflowing with books—books on old New Zealand, books by modern authors, books by Russian and French authors, and of course, the novels of Noel Hilliard, Hone's close friend. Hone Tuwhare was born in Kaikohe in 1922. He has links with Ngatikorokoro and Ngatitautahi hapu of Ngapuhi. After his mother died, when he was five years old, the family

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