An ANZAC Day poem, by John

We're deaf as a dodo, can't hear.

We're smart as Trudon, no longer exist.

We're loved and were loved

As much as you.

We're dead under the ground

Like worms in the ground.

You cared and will care,

That's why you put poppies

At our graves.

Papakorito Falls

The water gushes down the mammoth drop

The noise drowns out the gasps of amazed children

The foam froths,fighting to escape the branches

The river rushes down the brown dirty bank

Brodee