Poetry Visualized - Pohutukawa

Pohutukawa

Winter has gone

at last into retreat

and spring is here;

The sky is blue

with little cloud now,

has given the Pacific flow

into Whangaparaoa Bay

its colour too;

The striking backdrop

of trees

are evergreens

along the shore

of Orewa;

Those of which, I have

never seen before

The midday sun steams on many heads;

on the beach,

and mixes well with Westerlies;

as all kinds of people

are scanning the sands,

doing all sorts of activities

the beach demands.

And here am I

from the distant land

of the West Indies

walking in the springtime air

on the beach;

A seagull one of many

stopped to gaze on me;

as pipi shells crackled

from the pressure

of my joggging feet;

Drenched am I with mist

before my hiking gig is complete

On the coast I see vulcanized rocks;

amid marram dunes;

so unlike the coral stones

of Port St. Charles.

The granular dust

between my toes

is grey in every way:

And not at all like the white sands

found on the Bajan bay;

yet this Kiwi scenery is awesme

and makes me want to stay:

I see trees standing in a line

both smal and tall,

whose massive crowns

the coastal winds do mould;

They welcome and salute

the clapping beat of the sea,

that spreads its froth

on the shoreline for all to see;

Further on are trees

whose prehensile roots

grasp the coastal cliffs

like hanging baskets of green;

They spin such intricate webs

as they creep, burrow and dive;

To stay alive with ferent toil

they search for moisture;

and that firm bed of soil

on which to coil;

so adaptive

wherever they choose to grow!

They colonize the bays,

coastal rocks and the forest,

as they proudly stand

with gnarled trunks;

And stringy barks of steel

their greenery,

and growing ways

have environmental appeal

To a Bajan like me,

they look like mahogany trees

without the pods,

but I'm told that they are not;

Only Pohutukawa trees

full of Maori mythology;

A twig from Pohutukawa

I took;

To study

Its technology;

As I penned the poem;

To see Pohutukawa trees all over Orewa,

in gardens and around Hillary Square,

fixed my attention, this beautiful sight;

This changing scene caught my eyes,

so too, the warmth of the air,

and bright colours in full bloom,

lapping up the sunshine's electrifying rays;

As I stroll on the beach in skimpy wear,

the Pohutukawa silvery bulbs were no longer there;

They had changed;

The Pohutukawa was now ablaze

with deep red blooms glowing

on every bough

brings the festive season

to the hearts

of all the folks

in beautiful Niu Tireni.

They love Pohutukawa

for it is their Christmas tree.

This Free Verse poem captures my activities while strolling the beach during the Spring of 2004 along the Hibiscus Coast, New Zealand. In fact, I consider it to be one of my many travel poems. I would like to add animations to my movie but I don't know how. I would like to be able to put movement in the pictures and sound effects. I was wondering if I could get some tips on how PSP might help.