Simple Kiwi Pleasures

From the eyes of a tourist
The scenery of the











 Aotearoa landscape
















On the road to Whangarei
Is breathtakingly beautiful;
















From north to south, east and the west,
On all sides the traffic flows;
















In an on ending line both fast and slow.
The awesomeness of the rolling hills,





















The trees and fauna of every shape and kind
Burst with dazzling beauty;

From the exhilarating rays of the sun;
They spread their glow of splendour,

Like the neon lights beaming across
The Auckland Harbour;




























Everywhere
Through searching eyes,































Are flower-strewn meadows,
And babbling brooks 
















And  streams
That lap up the springtime air

While, beneath
The trees












































































And in the fields,
Golden daffodils stand
















With their trumpets,
Lifted proudly towards the wind;

They herald in the musical sounds
Of the forested land;
















Now high above in the azure sky whipped cream images
With unique designs gently float on by.

And at the mountain base
Sheep and lambs do graze
















And frolic with a stately prance.
Such simple pleasures

Are found
In Aotearoa






















Land of the
Long White Cloud...







©Paterika Hengreaves




Watch the video clip for this poem

Sadness

In this sonnet, the persona reflects on sadness as seen on the
faces of people in the crowd. The couplet of this Shakespearean sonnet
introduces an unexpected sharp thematic or imagistic "turn".
The rhyme scheme is abab cdcd efef gg. The tone is pensive and slow.





















Today, I am feeling a little low,
I find it very hard to sleep and rest;
And penned this poem with beats that are slow;
Surely, it is not the amateur's best!
Poems you know do have a unique way,
Of freeing the mind from the enclosed box,
Such creativity is on display;
So one behaves like a crafty old fox.
What sadness do we see on faces here?
He is gone, so too is his shaven face.
Silver buckles no longer shine, my dear;
From the earth too are his footsteps and pace.
He parades in the celestial sky;
So he had to say this final goodbye.

©Paterika Hengreaves


Watch Video clip below