They showed us pictures
of their new house that sits
like a friendly deerstalkers'
clubroom making a plain statement
about coming home
to a house in the middle of a paddock
surrounded by golden grass.
with no roses but maybe clover
for the bees. He said he'd recently read
a Baxter poem about Queenstown
with Lake Wakatipu as a blue eye
and the moon taking a photograph
of the mountains.
Kay McKenzie Cooke