Tired, I stop to spend the night in Raetihi
on my way back home to the River City.
I want to walk down the wide Seddon Street
and browse in its old-time shops.
Some shops are closed this evening
but it will be business as usual tomorrow:
Most of the townsfolk are home indoors,
but there are a few pedestrians outdoors,
Some young, bright-eyed sightseers
who take photographs and videos
with their smartphones and tablets,
probably taken with the cambered main street.
Tomorrow I will be out on the highway
but all is quiet in the motel tonight.
-4,5 March,2018.
I drive past the Otoko Pa, which was a fortress in the land wars,
but is peaceful today. I get out of the car to view Raukawa Falls,
which are narrow and low and curved but still make a constant din.
The river disappears near Raetihi, giving better driving conditions;
I stop for a break in Raetihi to stroll along the widest main street
in the North Island and some of the oldest buildings you would see.
It is only when I cruise across the bridge into Taumarunui
that the river reappears, as I think of the high school reunion,
sailing on the in-tide carried along by currents of the past.
The reunion starts today, Friday, under the marquee at the marae.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You want to walk down Seddon Street again to spend the night in Raetihi on your way back home to the River City. By doing so you need to stop there to experience different perspectives of life. Tonight is very calm. This travel has refreshed your mind. A valuable driving always gives interesting experiences. This is an excellently penned nice travelling poem....10