Francis Duggan

Makarora - Poem by Francis Duggan

Rocky peaks of Makarora in the summer wear their snow
And down the lush green grassy valley the clear mountain river flow
Songbirds piping in the beechwoods songthrush, bellbird and
This a place of peace and beauty Makarora has a soul.

These great mountains look no different than to when the first man came
They have a wild rugged beauty for want of a better name
To the coming generations these high peaks will look the same
Man will not build houses on them man such wildness could not tame.

Summer's come to Makarora and along with her brought her green
Beauty to compare with any with the finest I have seen
This place would inspire an artist peaks in summer white
with snow
Beechwoods and through lush green valley sparkling mountain river flow.

Those high peaks of makarora will not change as years go by
Out there on those rugged mountains bones of Maori hunter lie
Still these mountains keep their secrets monarchs of the higher ground
Overlooking Makarora and the woodlands all around

Snow clad peaks of Makarora reaching upwards towards the sky
I am just a passing stranger and I'll be bidding you goodbye
But I will take with me the memories of beauty I have seen
Woodlands in a lush green valley by those mountains far away

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Comments about Makarora by Francis Duggan

  • Gold Star - 36,460 Points * Sunprincess * (9/6/2012 5:47:00 PM)

    I will have to do a bing search, for I wish to see a picture of Makarora...your poem has me intrigued.. :) (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, December 19, 2007

Poem Edited: Monday, May 2, 2011

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