Poetry

To Pamela….. Naked Bits 2005

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To Pamela ( Kaitoke December 11 2005)   As Pamela sat on the track, And hungrily reached in her pack, Her fingers did close, On ‘one of those’ Which she brought out to show and to snack. Her sustenance , healthy for sure Was not without certain allure!! ‘Cos the name she announced, 0n which we all pounced Soon caused her to pause and demur. She was eating ‘Naked Bits’. The thought of which for sure admits Imagination stretches, And lots of those ‘far fetches’, With extensions of all wits.   I’ll leave her with her fodder And resist...

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The Kilminster Walk 2007

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The Kilminster Walk March 2007 Just after she’d toiled up the hill Pamela had a sort of a spill. The stile was busted , Fallen, not rusted, Whatever, it did her leg ill. Penny , the medic and lead Applied some stuff to the bleed There was thought of a stretcher And a copter to fetch’er But there really was no need. As up the brae she sprinted The pain at only hinted That unfortunate bump, with its colourful lump, a blemish in legs vaguely tinted. Heather...

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Pamela’s View

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   Our friend Pamela has a view That her trip versions are quite true     About hills & straights         But her mates Think she does her view with gloss imbue    So along came Kath for a walk       Impressed by Pamela’s talk          She hoped for a stroll          (be good for the soul) not expecting at rock ledges to balk !! With her gumption we were impressed    As she really was put to the test          As into the river       With a small shiver She fell right up to her breast(s) !! We hope Kath will venture again And will...

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The Trampers Lament

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 By an ex tramper There was once  a very merry tramper He was not a happy camper Over the mountain passes he went A pack on his back made him bent  

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To Pamela’s Marmalade

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Pamela made a very tasty brew Of oranges and lemons in a stew         It stood the test         One of her best    Marmalades, ’tis her due     As into Dannevirke we rolled (The Vikings were there first we’re told)       Penny opened the door         And onto the floor And into the gutter the marmalade bowled. The wee delicate jar was then shattered    The contents were definitely battered           It had to be left           And tho quite bereft The four of us stood round and nattered.        On our return past the site    ...

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Patuna Chasm

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Patuna Chasm ODE TO A CHASM T’was the day to walk the Patuna Chasm M artinbro’s wine fest thought it had’m! But no! onwards swept our gallant party Thru’ rain and wind determined Till all but six had faded away. All excitement and more than a shiver Six brave souls did cross the river In that dim and eerie chasm A fierce rock pierced poor Linda’s shin And quite removed her usual grin! As we slithered down the track Peters 1 and 2 had the knack To guide some carefully down the ladder. Young Mary took a gentle shower Amongst a green and mossy...

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Ruapehu A Poem 2007

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RUAPEHU ( Easter 2007)   I’m trying to write a wee ditty And trying to be a bit witty My fingers are cast In a blue plast- -er, here in Upper Hutt City. I’m recalling the trip to the Bruce Where a chicken was cooked, not a goose Where camp mother and father Got into a lather When into the kitchen turned loose. I recall the climb to the top Some of us did not really stop Maris cantered Some of us panted And one of us had a wee flop!! From the balcony we admired the views Ruapehu and Taranaki, our muse We played Pictionary Forbidden, the...

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Cruise with Rob and Sue and Somes Is

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Online Album  A visit to Somes Island with Rob and Sue Rob and Sue have a yacht So on a Sunday noon quite hot We sailed across With Rob the boss We were a naval lot. We walked the circuit track Past the Light house there and back Rob had a snooze And minded the booze And to get us had to tack. After the nature walk And the volunteer talk The tuataras and skink To bushes would slink As at our loud chatter would baulk. We had sausages and wine and stuff On a day that was not rough Out on the Harbour briney With Petone not that tiny Brought...

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When Sue Meets the Duke

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To Sue ( about to meet the Duke of Gloucester in Christchurch) •· If you’re off to meet a Royal bloke you must be serious, tis not a joke if an a– you must kiss you need a lis(t) so there’s no reason for fun to poke •· at your meeting and greeting, as you show them to their seating with a curtsey cute ( to the sound of  lute?) and a coy look , Oh so fleeting!! •· The list must be on your hand to look at as you stand checking the guests throwing out pests with a look both genial and bland. •· Please note The Duke of...

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Are you whimpers or trampers?

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Are you Wimpers or Trampers? to Martin. May 2010 We believe that when we are trampers We live on oats and dampers from compost loos we admire the views and ignore life’s many pampers. Others of us might be wimpers not into laughs but simpers into the rush of a toilet flush and other worldly primpers. That one can be both is a belief and that is a great relief to some who’ve become Social affiliates ( good grief!!)   May 2010 a comment made by Martin at the tramping club meeting led to this....

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Some were wet, others …

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There are those who went and those who stayed there are those who tramped and those who played in the cafe some sat and had a good chat while into the fray some assayed.   Heather (Scribe) 27 June 2010

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