River runs through Wanganui valley,
wild country gorge and galley,
and when we eventually die,
shall our awaken spirits fly.
Become part of this flight,
heaving valley river and light,
where wild flowers grow free,
might you still know me.
There's joy within this place.
In mystic river bed haunting face,
where the risen spirits fly high,
under Wanganui green valley sky.
Did our past ancestors know.
How our golden dreams glow,
where love spell flows along,
within the woven river valley song.
This simple poem I make mine.
River rhythm water mystic rhyme,
where song sung upon birds wing,
allows the rising spirit to sing.
Oh this ancient Wanganui river land.
Link between soul man and hand.
Shall awaken the sleeping dream,
with her creative shape scheme.
River gorge Wanganui country scene.
Shakes alive our past life dream,
where magic rising springs flow.
Our river valley is known to glow.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem