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To Return.

Remote but peaceful something you can feel,
Mists they disperse then nature is real,
Sand and stones a gem polisher's dream,
Sea and tide touched by a stream.

Yes it's morning there on the Coast,
Picturesque the countryside nature the host,
Rugged and wild hear the Tasman roar,
Each day is different from the one before.

We often yearn to be there again,
Sample the sunsets hear the miner's train ,
Ride a horse or walk on soft sand,
Tramp through valleys view waterfalls grand.

Bonfires at night with embers that glow,
So many places where we can go,
Birds that sing with plumage bright,
Moon and stars what a wondrous sight.

Time has no meaning in places like this,
To a visitor it's romantic and bliss,
Away from cities pollution and smog,
Replaced by clean elements sun wind and fog.

Read a book or stop and chat,
Walk barefooted with no coat or hat,
Amble across rivers feel water rushing by,
Check the rainbows there in the sky.

Sit on the verandah or on the grass,
Ignore the time simply let it pass,
Rejuvenate the body the mind as well,
Reflect on history but on it don't dwell.

As the sun creeps across the hill,
Gone early shadows and last night's chill,
Sparkling the ocean the froth and foam,
Oh how easy to call this home.
About this poem;-
The wild wWst Coast in the South Island,

New Zealand what a place to relax.
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Submitted by RowAroundTheMoon on October 15, 2013

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stan brierly

I have been writing poems for forty years and written about all sorts of things. Somehow I get creating streaks and can write up to 4 or 5 poems at once of varying subjects. I find it is a good way to record events of the day and bring history to life.The mental aspect is a balance against keeping fit,work and life in general. more…

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