The Spike or Victoria University College Review 1934
Do you remember how the hills are dun
And slope so suddenly towards the sea,
And how the waves beat in unceasingly,
Blue as blue heaven translucent in the Sun?
Can you sail in past Terawhiti say?
And feel the shore wind blow at evening cool;
Past Tom's Rock where incessant seaweeds pull,
Brown restless wreaths, and so to Island Bay?
And can you now behold Pencarrow stand
Bluff, seaward facing, and the Pinnacles,
Watch round the reef the eternal water swells,
Hear in your heart the thunder on the sand?
Can you forget it, rather say, my friend,
Where our two islands watch the 'windy town,'
Think how the hills look when the sun goes down,
For there is no forgetting till the end.
—E.R.F. (Erica Wilson).