Up amongst Makrapa grove

Up amongst Makrapa grove
I cast my eyes out
Beyond concrete spires
Beyond distant Eastbourne
To lush Wairarapa rolling hills
Oh Whanganui-atara

Just below Makarapa grove
Massive gust across my cheek
Blasts around, braced firm
Hands snuggled in jacket pockets
Obliviously Moses jaunts on
Oh Whanganui-atara

Up amongst Makarapa grove
Above steep high-side meadows
Grass blades driven prevailing flat
Across near ridge
Flax bows to rampant master
Oh Whanganui-atara

Up amongst Makarapa grove
Is half a world away
From antithesis origin
Across wind blown swirling seas
Beyond Cook Strait
Oh Whanganui-atara

Up amongst Makarapa grove
Carried on blustery wing
Out over Tasman
Out beyond Southern Indian
Glory of former days
To Whanganui-atara

Up amongst Makarapa grove
My mind drifts back
To unknown escapade
Of sunshine on golden shores
Foamed deep blue waves caress 
Along Whanganui-atara

Up amongst Makarapa grove
Far from Bow bell's peel
Chimes of Big Ben
Time is still twelve o'clock
Irrelevant stroke
Near Whanganui-atara

Up amongst Makarapa grove
To sanctity of inner harbour
Surveying it's spectacular beauty
Curvaous shore etched
Between hill and calm water
Oh Whanganui-atara