Tag Archives: Arrowtown poem

My great-grandfather planted

Arrowtown

My great grandfather planted
apple trees in Mapua,
he might have panned
for gold in Arrowtown’s icy river.

I ate a scone, a little dark chocolate
and watched a small white dog
scoot across the park on three legs.

I squatted in the Chinaman’s hut
and felt history flap about me
like a flock of birds.

20130630-155343.jpg