Poem – New Zealand

I am off to New Zealand the land of Lord of the Rings.
I can’t wait to see the mountains that are majestic like kings.
A magical land of water and ice.
But it will be summer there and I expect it to be warm and nice.

I travel to the cold southern seas.
Where fjords reach out like magical keys.
It is a rugged maze of majestic peaks.
Crystal clear waters and bubbling creeks.

The Southern Alps form a jagged line.
I cannot wait to walk this land and make the climb.
They say this land is like no other.
Ancient and old it is a grandmother.

Rolling hills braid rivers with golden grains.
A land of contrasts and new domains.
A place where glowworms dance their own light.
A land of magic hidden in the silence of the night.

Along the Otago coast, the albatross still soars.
An ancient grace that dances outdoors.
In so many places the stories are told in the stone.
Ancient people who still make this their home.

Māori legends are still sung to the sky.
Their ancient land is their own unique Versailles.
Nature here is a masterpiece that lives and breathes.
And wild birds turn clouds into wreathes.

New Zealand is a land that holds a sacred thread.
It is a land of dreams for the living and the dead.
The songs of nature remain pure and grand.
And this southern isle is a precious, treasured land.

~Suzanne Wagner~