Just thought I'd share a few words from
Alistair Te Ariki Campbell a noted poet, novelist and playwright. A Cook Islander raised in New Zealand who died yeasterday aged 84.

I wrote this poem for you
Out of tidal wrack.
I spoke my lines to the wind,
And the wind blew them back.

This is my last poem.
It’s out there on the beach
For the first high tide to turn,
And float it out of reach.

Alistair Te Ariki Campbell


Meitaki Maata no to kupu Pakari
(Thanks for the words of wisdom)