We are writing Sestina poems.
Gushing waterfalls across the clay wall,
Counting down the 18 hour drive,
Gazing at the remarkable South Island sights,
Santino repeating, “Are we there yet?”
Immense split rocks at Moeraki beach,
Greeting, hugging, food cooking, laughing, presents!
Family reunions and a fancy wedding,
Informative museums, huge malls, long traffic,
Hearing and seeing, laughing and crying,
Hours in a hot, stuffy, plane,
Giannina’s whining and crying all throughout,
Taking the long, long scenic route.
