To Be A Star

A collection of poetry

I remember, when I was a child of thirteen, it was decreed by the Maori Chief that the native bush I lived within a few yards of must be left untouched for posterity. I had the joy of wandering through that canopy of nature, and marvelling at its beauty. The totaras, the rimus, and many others, and the carpet of ferns and undergrowth, gave a haven to so many species of land and bird life. How lucky I was to experience this beauty, untouched by man, and have that wondrous beauty of nature fastened in my mind forever. Can one wonder why I write so many poems of nature?