Sliding by Christine Anne Borra

a golden summer evening

such rowdy kids

we all are yelling

LET'S GO

LET'S GO

get in the car

brothers and sisters and two hangers on

into the car quick

smallest one in the front

STOP YELLING!

sit on your sister's knee

we are nearly there

my mind travels up past all the houses

and we are there

get out the cardboard 

the boys have the biggest ones

and we climb and climb

it will be fun

so much fun

Dad waits at the bottom with his camera

he measures the light

he is ready

Ready steady

GO NOW!

and they are sliding

two friends fast together

down

down

faster and faster to Dad

click click click

that was a good one!

now for the little one

careful Mum says

not that high up

YAY YAY everyone will get a turn

we are so happy

and free and Mum is next YAY

Dad says

stand back this could get dangerous

and Mum laughs and we laugh

my turn

I am scared

but Dad is there and I run and jump

and I am sliding down the hill

I am sliding and I am free

as I slide to my Dad

click click click

and the dry grass smells like hay

and brown crickets bounce as we walk

and the sunlight falls red gold behind the hills

we run with our bare legs to the car

fish and chips for tea YAY

everyone can stay

and that was how it was

when we skinned our knees and stubbed our toes

 

The Border By Christine Anne Borra Lyrics

 

My Sunrise Friday May 6 2011

Sunrise Riverstone Terraces
Friday 6th May 2011
Photograph by Christine Anne Borra
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The Steel Hat Men by Christine Anne Borra

Steel Hat Men
Photograph
 by Christine Anne Borra
Copyright

Dark you loom
and blot the landscape

Mothers whisper
to their children

Do not go near
The Steel Hat Men

Like ancient armies
a show of might

Arms out stretched
crossing our valley's

Shadows at night

just there

just there

just there

Do not go near
The Steel Hat Men

Steel and tears
more than 100 years

You crackle your
private words

And we pay
we pay

Unsightly scene
of necessity

Who will follow
in your steps

When will your
day be done

Do not go near
The Steel Hat Men

And we wait for their
end to come

Lost Soles of Castle Point by Christine Anne Borra

If I lose my sole
let me lose it at Castle Point

Hang it on the cross
with all the others

Next to the sole from China
and the pretty one from Italy

To watch the gulls
and fishing boats

Protected by the dunes
and  Light house reef

A memorial to all
who are lost

If I lose my sole

http://photo.l-oceano.com/scotteanderson/lost-soles-75.htm  my beloved Castle Point.. on this blog I found the cross at the end of the road across from where we stay every year for Christmas Holidays, and more..

Black Sands Boom Rock by Christine Anne Borra

The cruel black sands
of Makara Beach
lie beneath
my feet

To rough today
to dive for paua
the walk to Boom
too long

Summer beats
a different sound
like Boom Rock

Boom

Boom

Boom

How many days
and many nights
have we fished
and dived your
stony sands

Yet today
you seem cruel
and foam bashes
at my feet

Too cold
on this winter day

My Sunrise



Sunrise at Riverstone Terraces Upper Hutt New Zeland