As I drove from Auckland to Whangarei, the beauty of the land caught my attention so naturally I had to take pictures and pen this poem in Free Verse. Please enjoy.

The scenery

of the Aotearoa landscape

on the road to Whangarei

is breathtakingly beautiful;

From north to south,

east and the west,

on all sides the traffic flows;

in an on ending line

both fast and slow. The awesomeness

of the rolling hills,

the trees and fauna

of every shape and kind

burst with dazzling beauty,

from the exhilarating rays of the sun;

They spread their glow of splendour,

like the neon lights

beaming across the Auckland Harbour;

Everywhere through searching eyes,

are flower-strewn meadows,

and babbling brooks and streams,

that lap up the springtime air;

While beneath the trees

and in the fields,

golden daffodils stand

with their trumpets,

lifted proudly towards the winds;

They herald in the musical sounds

of the forested land;

Now high above

in the azure sky

whipped cream images

with unique designs

gently float on by.

And at the mountain base,

sheep and lambs do graze

and frolic with a stately prance.

Such simple pleasures

are found

in Aotearoa

Land of the Long White Cloud...