BEAUTIFUL KAIKOURA
The hills are green
like lettuce
tall like the Eiffel Tower
The sea is blue
like my eyes
and as shiny as glitter
The ocean is splashing
onto cold, wet rocks
it sounds like glass smashing
and spitting lava
The dolphins are flying
out of the water
like gymnasts into the cold air
On the way out
of Kaikoura we stop
at a small, white cross
Rest in Peace, Uncle Hoani
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