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