Salient. Victoria University of Wellington Students' Newspaper. Volume 31, No. 24. October 1, 1968
When things get too hard to bear
row out and catch the tide,
our blue dinghy stacked with beer,
ride the drift, whichever way,
as long as that long tide and half
the cold brown bottles last:
don't fear you'll ever be lost.
And if by the end of today
you catch the turned tide, love,
you'll be home, back in the bay,
the two black cats catching spratts,
gulls scavenging for the catch,
at the end of the first day
since they sent me away.