Tairua Beach

I’ve marked your land with sticks and stones, Travelers, shelters, rest weary bones Footpaths, Kids, Learn to ride, First time, two wheel, father’s pride Childhoods laughing, screaming fast Towed on tidal, harbours glass Lows give highs, fibreglass flys Offshore spray, perfect day Underwater hunter, proud provider Whanau feast, on kaimoana Each year new, explosions celebrated, Nothing changes, days just dated