Self-contained in selfdrive cars:
Families, my daughter's and my own
In a blue Focus and a light blue Fiesta,
Driving always in formation-
Our sights were set on Milford Sound.
We stopped at times by chasms.
Stunned by haloed mountain peaks;
Boundless acres of countless sheep.
Eating at a roadhouse at a cross
Where the chimney with its log fire
Filled us with New Zealand lore.
Now the evening's endless mountains
Throw the cloak of twilight round us.
Daughters in exile in Australia
Travel with us on the road tonight;
So far, so long, now all together,
Hemispheres had found each other.
wowwwwwwwwwwww such a lovely poem maybe I can meet your daughters in Down Under lol! ! ! ! ! ! -10 anjali
Matt....... This and your second poem are lovely. A nice take on being apart and being together. Any more poems? Keep in touch Martin (Wicklow)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Joy and sorrow - the hemispheres of our mind. A beautiful and touching tribute to your meeting, Matt. May there be many more. N