It is a long journey to Purakanui

And the retracing of the steps in the sand

At Long Beach.

I’ve forgotten, is the moon full or new

Or does it still shine in the night sky?

I come here as one lost in the cares

Of the material world.

While here this batch waits

Silently, patiently without reproach

Giving comfort to a weary traveller.

How many more miles to travel yet

Through this vale of tears

Called Life in the West?

Purakanui — May, 1985

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