Salient: An Organ of Student Opinion at Victoria College, Wellington, N.Z. Vol. 11, No. 11, September 22nd, 1948

Landscape

Landscape

Out on the hills where sounds
only the intoning wind,
stride down the towers
down the island; stepping from
space to
agile space goes
the gawky adolescence
of steel meshing grey cloud line—and
see! where the wires' long rhythm
sinks again
to glide and fall away
to the smoky hills,
only the wind sounds.

There
white scars on their flanks
pock the drab of the ranges
receding to the sky; climbs also
impossible writhing
of a road,
lying on the swell of the broken
horizon; and
a crippled tree leans—tired,
alone—
on the eastward-scudding clouds.

—D.G.