LATE AF­TER­NOON EARLY WIN­TER

Whanganui Midweek - - News -

Rhona Vick­oce re­cently sent in this poem con­cern­ing ve­hi­cle be­hav­iour at Castle­cliff Beach.

The sea is pearles­cent grey the shade and shine of ghost gum in cer­tain lights The muted sun adds palest or­ange in a net of fine sea mist

We pause to ad­mire from dune top where grasses slight quiver

So still so still

And be­low at sea’s edge chil­dren are go­ing into the wa­ter As they do, as we did We can­not hear their shrieks Stretch­ing away in front of us waves run up to the ex­panse of north­ern beach

The sky above where a moun­tain hides

So still so still

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