Pipiwharauroa of my youth
shine on me with your voice
sing your sweet notes clear
dream me into summer days.
Shining cuckoo, come again to
prey on Riroriro, the grey warbler
hosting your baby while you play
your tunes deep in the forest.
March takes your wings and
you fly away, East to the
rising sun, while Riroriro cries
for another lost child.
© 2007-02-21, I.D. Carswell
shine on me with your voice
sing your sweet notes clear
dream me into summer days.
Shining cuckoo, come again to
prey on Riroriro, the grey warbler
hosting your baby while you play
your tunes deep in the forest.
March takes your wings and
you fly away, East to the
rising sun, while Riroriro cries
for another lost child.
© 2007-02-21, I.D. Carswell
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