IOI (7/4/1934 / Hebburn.Co Durham U.K)

Bon Voyage

Afloat on the immensity
of waters rolling endlessly
Their huge canoes borne easily.
Their voyage was exploratory.

The brown skinned folk who formed the crew.
Did not know where they were going to.
But hoped to find some land that’s new.
Long trips they were accustomed to.

They navigate instinctively.
They read the language of the sea
and caught fresh fish abundantly.
They journey on triumphantly.

Their dream to find a new homeland.
Some fertile place to make a stand.
A friendly shore on which to land,
establish homes for their whole band.

These long limbed strangers from the sea
fulfilled an ancient prophecy..
They founded a new colony.
That’s how the Maoris came to be.

Kept to the customs which they knew
and over time grew from a few
into a nation which was new.
Just as they were destined to do.


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Comments (3)

The rhymes of your poem are as great as the story of the Maoris. Great write.
Great rhythm Ivor with this one. A lovely story with lots of imagery. History in the making. Lovely read. Love and hugs Ernestine XXX
Nice write Ivor! Getting a real education from your poems! A (10) ! ! Thad