Why I Never Visited Nz From Oz In 1970 Poem by Keith Shorrocks Johnson

... AND WHY I LOVE IT NOW



I wasn't thrilled at the prospect of you:
"Too many sheep and neither here nor there"

I wasn't thrilled with the promise of you
As a Pom in the Sixties who hated square

I wasn't thrilled with the reports of you:
‘A Little England' they said: ‘No Where'.

But I've come right with the wonder of you
The shores and the greenstone crystal sprays

Yes, I've come right with the wonder of you
The quilted hills that fray into salty bays

I've come so right with the wonder of you
And the mountains that sing at the end of the days

I am bright with the wonder of you.