What does it really mean?
Born of this land verdant green.
Sometimes it feels untouched by time.
The people,two cultures ,both mine.
The land of the long white cloud,
Kiwi ingenuity, creative and proud.
When we are away from home,
Silver ferns identify our own.
We are so few in number,
Travelling, spreading our culture.
Every now and then the land calls,
Desert Road,Volcanoes,Huka falls.
Taniwhas, kauris, tuis and fantails.
Twin coasts, forests pelted with hail.
When I see Rangitoto, I smile,
Warmth within for each golden mile.