Levin
Contented cattle graze on the outskirts
Of Manakau, standing still
Like the row of Antique shops (in both senses of the word)
Pre-fabricated houses and stockyards
A wasteland of old rail goods yards
Two Phoenix palms wave goodbye
We are leavin’ Levin
Heading inland
away from the road.
To Shannon
A flock of birds crosses the expansive inland sky
The distant ranges are bathed
In a long, diffuse ray of light.
The autumn colours are noticeable
By their exotic, virtual non-existence
A farm house elevated
Isolated atop a plateauxed hillock
Trees and flax bushes block out
the picturesque township
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