Just A Student.
Poem By Michael Walker
I was the only boarder in an old villa
out at Island Bay, near the beach
where I took long walks on The Esplanade.
The house was near the bus stop on The Parade.
I would take the bus into Lambton Quay each day
then the cable car - thinking of San Francisco-
up to The Terrace, to the university of diversity.
I was only passing through in Wellington,
a city dominated by brooding hills and the moody sea,
demarcation lines on the capital's dreams.
Of course the city was ruffled by strong southerlies
and heavy rain now and then, but I coped with that.
I took little interest in parliament then,
but I knew New Zealand's political history well
and once I saw Walter Nash pass by, smiling,
in Molesworth Street, his time nearly up.
I recall the impressive view across the harbour
to the Rimutaka Ranges, landmarks in the east.
I observed the city's canyon streets day by day,
but studying Schiller's philosophy was not everyday.