The little colonial town’s quay
ran along the harbour shoreline
where small boats tied up to
mooring posts while sailing
ships anchored out in the channel.

Down the hill the main street
ran alongside the little stream
to the busy quayside where
goods and people were loaded,
unloaded, over dinghies, barges,
flat bottomed scows and
small coastal sailing ships.

On the nearby beach were canoes
drawn up after paddling down
from the harbour’s upper reaches.

Laden with indigenous Maori
and vegetables grown in their
market gardens. From their
stalls at the foot of the main
street they sold the vegetables to
the white strangers settled in this
mushrooming town’s new streets.

Trade is trade and must be done
whoever the races doing it.