A WARTIME FAREWELL.
The young sailor with
his comrades in arms
lined the ship’s railing
on the commander’s orders.
Young soldiers and sailors
of white colonist stock
now crossed two oceans
to support their parents’ homeland
in their fight for freedom.
They left behind the islands
that had become their own home.
On the deck stood a taua,
a company of warriors of the
seafaring race who had settled
these islands centuries earlier.
They too were crossing two oceans
to fight alongside the colonial soldiers.
In ritual chant and dance
they farewelled their homeland.
They called on Tangaroa the sea
to protect and guide them
as he had their tupuna,
their ancestors,
sailing the vast Pacific
seeking new homes.
Many of these warriors
of both races died and
were buried on foreign soil.
This young sailor survived the war,
married in his parents’ homeland.
He would only see his own home .islands
again at the end of his life.
Originally posted 12 February 2016
interesting poem (ballad?)
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Thank you. I don’t know whether it is a poem or a ballad. I will leave it to the readers.
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cool…sounds kinda historical too
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Yes, historical. Early WW II in 1940 taking soldiers and sailors from New Zealand over to Mother England to fight with them in their hour of need.
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thx for the info…I didn’t know
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Thanks. That’s OK.
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I love the stories you tell in your poems. I’m inspired to see if I can tell my grandfathers story. He set sail to escape poverty.
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Thank you. I think your grandfather’s story would make a good poem – escaping poverty.
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