Manu
at dusk
he stands proudly by the dock
just like the nights before,
his cold eyes watch the sea
thinking of his ancestors and loved ones
I see the black-backed gull
raise his wings
the colour of night
and take flight
chasing the fading sun
I'll hold my breath
till he returns here tomorrow
at dusk
by Eabha D. (Year 8)
Wow - Eabha you have certainly stirred many feeling from within with your poem. Ka mau te wehi!
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