Dunedin in May
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Dunedin in May |
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Snow comes early, unexpected The children race for tin lids I, for coats and gloves Too late Like Pied Piper, the call will wait for none Squealing, stumbling, tumbling, they crash through door and gate The wonder hits them then and for a flash nature overwhelms The pristine white The stillness of cars halted Then, bottoms on lids they catapult down, screaming They are away some time Exhausted, frozen, sodden bodies fall inside 'We've been to the Antarctic' they gasp Marion Kitchingman |
