At morning ‘s wake the clouds appeared like a blanket of marshmallows across the sky
A gentle breeze covered the air like a feathery cloak
So soft, so delicate though we could never question how or why.
Sea salt and smoky aromas fumed the air as I felt a sense of inspiration through
-The atmosphere of this new found home made that clear.
By lunch the sun had shown clarity to my confusion of questions
One month only had I settled
Mornings view had changed each once teary eye.
Scared I had been, lost in my way.
I missed their smiles.
Hamilton would remain but Nelson?
I found home I was happy here.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem