New Zealand Verse/Nelson

by David McKee Wright

LXIV.

Nelson.

Blue foamy sea, high circling hills
 With dreaming garden squares between,
An old-world fragrance breathing soft
 Amid the waving green.

Here trade’s loud wheels but slowly turn,
 Here men may pause and joy to live,
And take the seasons as they change
 With all they have to give.

Here there is room to breathe and think,
 Here there is space for souls to grow,
And life may run as pleasantly
 As Maitai’s waters flow.

David McKee Wright.