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Background: Robert Corkill, "...married to beautiful Jean, wrote this poem when we were lovers in the early 1970's. Jean has kept the original in her bottom drawer until this day, and has many happy memories of 7 Pinelands Ave..." (Ed.: For a number of years Robert was famous in the Auckland area for his TukTuk tours. I personally enjoyed the experience. - Bob)
Robert is our first Kiwi guest poet.
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This house, this house beneath the trees,
a tranquil calm from far.
Its windswept eaves and craggy stance,
The tempest south doth assail.
Yet give in, "No," it will not yield.
Like a desert sphinx , its heart is bold,
and beats with young blooded men.
This house, this heart,
This throbbing flow of warmth,
whose walls, past time,
have hidden nature's ardent sons,
embraced in love's caress.
Conflicts and emotions buried in its soul.
Imparting wisdom never, stony silence ever,
oblivious, of those seekers of destiny.
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