The Eastland High Road
Opotiki gateway
opens to the live
road and drive along its
glorious rugged shores
sloshing their unswum waves around
these boundaries’ moors,
and up bush-clad cliff-tops
of steeple stature,
where views lure the tourist
to park by the sun
and marvel in the sea-peace for
a half horizon,
until one of many
inlets bids you in
to its Hicks B & B,
there wake off yourself
in an East Cape cove; Eastland’s bent
continental shelf.
Turning south, Gisborne-bound,
fish through seas of tree
tapestry and contour,
a necklace of bays
hangs around your week like a plait
of slack Saturdays.
Below Tolaga Bay,
atop Cook’s Cove, viz;
paradisiacal
valley of splendour,
is panoramic cinema
to a visitor
filming in mind those old
barrels rolling through
that clear blue salt lagoon
to Ngati Porou
in their homeland, go your epic’s
historic cargo.
The things I bring back with
me are memories
like these; the imagined
Endeavour’s earliest
navigation when sighting those
trees from the crow’s nest.
Young Nick’s Head in summer
sprouts red tinsel hair,
the flair of the high road
and coastal décor,
unknown on the low roads that miss
all this and more.
|
©
2001 Trout &
Blair
Reeve
|