The New Zealand Railways Magazine, Volume 14, Issue 1 (April 1, 1939)
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The Dunes: Maketu.
Pale scalloped line of hills
Lying between the sea and sky,
Where the gulls, low-beating, fly.
A world
The singing sea-wind fills.
Long has the blown sand lain
In the footprints of the brave,
And the ever-pulsing wave
Has washed
The crimson of the slain.
And yet they say that still
When the moon hangs thin and low,
You can hear the war-conch blow,
And see
The torches on the hill.