tag:poiema.org,2013:/posts The Poetic Life 2018-01-15T18:48:13Z North Taranaki Art Society tag:poiema.org,2013:Post/1219304 2017-12-20T09:38:58Z 2018-01-15T18:48:13Z Test PDF attachement
Let's see how this displays shall we?
Steven Boothe
tag:poiema.org,2013:Post/1216506 2017-12-14T08:26:25Z 2017-12-14T08:26:25Z Nga mihi nui. A first post to demonstrate.
This you knows. The years travel fast.
And time after time I've done the Tell.
But this ain't one body's Tell.
It's the Tell of us all.

And you got to listen it and 'member.
'Cause what you hears today,
you got to tell the newborn tomorrow.

I's looking behind us now,
into history back.
I sees those of us that got the luck
and started the haul for home.

It led us here and we was heartful
'cause we seen what there once was.
One look, and we knowed
we'd got it straight.

Those what had gone before had knowing
of things beyond our reckoning. . .                  
. . .even beyond our dreaming.
Time counts and keeps counting.
 And we knows now. . .
. . .finding the trick of what's
been and lost ain't no easy ride.

But that's our track.
We got to travel it.

And there ain't nobody knows
where it's gonna lead.
Still and all, every night
we does the Tell. . .
. . .so that we 'member who we was
and where we came from.

But most of all we 'members
the man who finded us...
...him that came the salvage.

And we lights the city.
Not just for him...
...but for all of them
that are still out there.

'Cause we knows
there'll come a night...
... when they sees the distant light...
...and they'll be coming home.
Steven Boothe