The Wilds by James Aitchison

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Out in the wilds

the daylight is dying;

the darklight is coming,

and the wind is a-sighing.

Shadows will deepen,

grow darker and soon,

with the quiet starlight,

will come the moon.

The pastures will sleep

and not waken till morn,

when at last the sun rises

and a new day is born.

North Island, New Zealand. Photo by Ginette Pestana

Hello, Mount Cook! by James Aitchison

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Since dawn the sky was low,

no glimpse of you allowed;

now I see you clearly, 

rising through the cloud.

Brave ones dare to climb you,

facing terrors all the way;

but I’m no mountaineer,

down here I will stay!

Teacher’s note:  Mount Cook — Aoraki (its Maori name) — is New Zealand’s highest mountain.  
In 2014, its height was given as 3,724 metres.

Photo by Ginette Pestana

Riding The Glacier by James Aitchison

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You’re never the same

from one day to the next,

and nobody knows

quite what to expect.

I’m told that you move

four metres a day,

and that’s very fast 

for glaciers, they say.

And if I stayed overnight, 

I could hear you speak,

as your ice groans and shifts

around every peak.

Teacher’s note: New Zealand’s Franz Joseph Glacier is unique for its steepness and speed.  It stretches from a height of 3,000 metres down to 240 metres in less than 11 kilometres.  It can shift up to four metres a day; most glaciers travel one metre a day.  People camped on its slopes report hearing the glacier “groan” as it moves.  At its base is a rainforest! 

Photo by Ginette Pestana

Poem of the Day

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That seal in New Zealand

 

That seal in New Zealand

Decided to stay

All the others seals

they went away

 

Time to migrate

And swim a long lap

That seal in New Zealand

Took a long nap

 

That seal in New Zealand

Marina full of sun

Thought an extended stay

Was better fun

 

No sharing of fish

All wharf space she owns

That seal in New Zealand

Has found a new home

 

She’s now very famous

On the news worldwide

That seal in New Zealand

Takes it all in her stride

 

Smiling and grunting

A bit of a flap

That seal in New Zealand

Got a very good rap

 

She rolled for the camera

300 kilos of lard

A grin for the lens

Isn’t too hard

 

Named “Owha” by locals

She has stayed a year

Missing her friends

No! Not a tear

 

That seal in New Zealand

Intends to stay

Loves her new country

In the sun she will lay

Jeanie Axton
  • Submitted in response to Poetry Prompt #43

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Jeanie said: I saw on the news a story about a seal who has stayed on at The Auckland’s Marina in New Zealand instead of migrating. I thought it a fun topic for a Seal poem.