Friend

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Friend

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Friend Do you remember that wild stretch of land with the lone tree guarding the point from the sharp-tongued sea? The fort we built out of branches wrenched from the tree is dead wood now. The air that was thick with the whirr of toetoe spear succumbs at last to the grey gull's wheel. Oyster-studded roots of the mangrove yield no finer feast of silver-bellied eels, and sea-snails cooked in a rusty can. Allow me to mend the broken ends of shared days: but I wanted to say that the tree we climbed that gave food and drink to youthful dreams, is no more. Pursed to the lips her fine-edged leaves made whistle - now stamp no silken tracery on the cracked clay floor. Friend, in this drear dreamless time I clasp your hand if only to reassure that all our jewelled fantasies were real and wore splendid rags. Perhaps the tree will strike fresh roots again: give soothing shade to a hurt and troubled world.

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  • Hone Tuwhare