Wellington,
where the capricious sea
holds the hills
firmly in her arms
as a wild wind
does its best
to bend all
to its will.
Wellington,
the home of goverance.
Its tall towers
sternly oversee
the beating heart
and flowing blood
of fair Aotearoa.
Wellington,
culture capital.
The seeding of ideas
and the flowering of minds
flourish here,
cultivated, tended,
brought to fruition
in the hothouse
of the arts.
Wellington,
I stand here
on gusty shores
of Cook strait
where the bones
of the South Island
rest against the clouds,
and I am content
just to be.
Entertaining and informative, graphic, captivating. Thanks for sharing your wonderful poetic art!