By: Doug Poole
City: Auckland
Country: NZ
My Brother
This flowing river
It holds my hand
Takes me under
Away from land
To water
My biorhythms
Intertwine
My Wairua
Afloat in time
Greenstone Taonga
Chiseled so fine
In this River
Unlike this Sea
No ebb
Just flow
Flowing Rivers
There is no end
Copyright © Doug Poole 2000
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Comments: Beautiful
Name: Lynda Brezigar
EMail: valkyrie@optushome.com.au
Comments: tres bien and i like the usage of what I guess are some Aussie words n'est pas?
Val Magnuson
Name: val magnuson
EMail: vallmagnuson@poetsporch.com
Comments: Nice job, Doug.
Name: RhymeMaster
EMail: rhymer01@thewritersnook.com
Comments: greetings brother, the river of which you speak is a powerful source of tapu,
deep wairua that makes it self known only to those who feel its mauri. Rastafari, you speak the truth. sista naphti
Name: naphtali
EMail: yol@i4free.co.nz
Comments: Aussie? I think Maori, which is New Zealand, Val, and yes, it has a haunting loveliness, evocative and eloquent.
Name: RhymeMaster
EMail: rhymer01@thewritersnook.com
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