Wellington Public Poems

Scattered along the waterfront are a number of stone tablets inscribed with the writings of native Wellingtonians. A couple of them seemed appropriate to The Excursion.

Blue rain from a clear sky.
Our world a cube of sunlight --
But to the south
The violet admonition
Of Thunder.
-- Alistair Te Ariki Campbell

Their heads bent, their legs just touching,
They stride like one eager person through the town,
Down the asphalt zigzag where the fennel grows wild...
The wind is so strong that they have to fight their way through it,
Rocking like two old drunkards.
-- Katherine Mansfield