I come from a massive sycamore tree.
\nFrom climbing away the trunk and the leaves,
\nTo chase my brother who was \u00a0lithe
\nand would climb to the top and sway
\nin the wind, like the branches
\nI come from shouting \u2018Don\u2019t fall -remember the kid next door who fell and broke their leg!\u2019
\nWe\u2019d laugh at that and hang on, reckless.<\/p>\n
I come from the rusty Holden my Dad would drive,
\nTo drop us off at St Pats dances, all giggles
\nand secrets and embarrassment, I come from
\nWham, Cyndi Lauper, and Tears for Fears.
\nfrom nothing ever lasts forever.<\/p>\n
I come from strong friends and endless
\nSunday bike rides, from mud and puddles
\nand tyres and chippy sandwiches, from hours
\nwasted on the phone when my dad would shout,
\n\u2018Who are you talking to?!\u2019<\/p>\n
I come from music, my dad on drums, in a band,
\nCalled Rhythm and Brass. Me
\non the saxophone but I had to practice
\nin the garage because it was a hell of a racket!<\/p>\n
I come from the wild, the bush the native trees
\nPossums and bats, tuis and wetas
\nWarm Christmas days and a cold July
\nI come from the gap in the Ozone, the Pacific Ocean
\nI come from \u2018no nukes\u2019 the Rainbow Warrior.
\nI am tangata whenua \u2013 a person of the land.<\/p>\n
I come from love and generosity and 80\u2019s advertisements
\nWarmth and believing girls can do anything
\nSlowly warming to I can too,
\nI come from Aotearoa
\nfrom the land of the long white cloud,<\/p>\n
And now I am here.<\/p>\n
Maree Grant<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I come from a massive sycamore tree. From climbing away the trunk and the leaves, To chase my brother who was \u00a0lithe and would climb to the top and sway in the wind, like the branches I come from shouting \u2018Don\u2019t fall -remember the kid next door who fell and broke their leg!\u2019 We\u2019d laugh … Continue reading The Rusty Holden<\/span>