My New Zealand Shore

As the sun rises slowly out of the east
its rays dance on the water in a visual feast
as its warmth gently touches my skin
a sou wester blows, and i shiver within

i get out my rod, and bait up my hook
maybe terday i'll have better luck
i cast long an low,right into the sea
the sinker bites the sand, leaving the trace ter run free

kahawai cruising straight an sure
turns his head an takes the lure
he bites hard down, the hook is set
he's panicking now , his match is met

the rod bends deep, as i loosen the drag
then the line begins ter sag
its time ter have some fun
that kahawai's ready ter make his run

i sence him running an reel in some slack
he's off again now, he's gained it all back
but the drag on the reel has taken its toll
i'm appling pressure ter me old fishing pole

buggered now he's run out of fight
the rod is just twitching , the line it feels light
his tail thrashes wildly as he comes into shore
thinking of sprats he'll not catch anymore

but for him its his lucky day
he's not big enough i'll throw him away
his mouth starts ter bleed when i take out the hook
then i set him free an wish him good luck

next time old chum, when yer weigh a bit more
i'll catch yer again , on my New Zealand shore
the tidehas come in ,as i turn my face
my footprints have vanished not leaving a trace

but out there is a kahawai, with a mouth so sore
i think i'm in love with my New Zealand shore

the sky turns blood red as it dissapears from sight
its the end ofr a day an the start of a night
no moon tonight in this backwater place
the sun has now gone , only darkness ter face

Baldric

24 August 2002

 

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