Somewhere between Collingwood and Takaka
I watched the paddocks skim by
As you drove my Corolla -
I didn’t know then
That you drive an automatic with two feet.
Shall I compare thee to that summer’s day
Or simply say
That you are the Love of My Life?
And add that
I avoid watching the brake and the accelerator.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem