At early sunrise we set outbound
Northwards toward the Milford Sound.
Morning mists a blanket form
Upon the mountains and icy gorge.
The forests bursting, lush and green
Filled with wildlife rarely seen.
Around each curve a different scene
A kea** on our bus did preen!
And then on Milford we did sail,
Whose beauty against which all else pales.
Dolphins, seals, and majestic falls
Cascading down the mountain walls.
Fringed with fiords, fourteen in all,
This untamed coast makes one feel small
For though man oft such glory seeks,
Few have scaled its alpine peaks.
Returning home ‘fore a setting sun
A rainforest hike around Lake Gunn
Paths of fern carpets and ancient red beech
Whose trunks and gnarled branches to heaven do reach
Glacial valleys, crystal lakes
Mountains formed from ancient quakes
The Fiordland! The Fiordland! Oh, what a day!
Your unmatched beauty takes our breaths away!
Photos credits: Janet Stiegler and Richard Roehrkasse
*The above is a modified version of a poem written as part of a challenge our guide gave us to capture our day’s experience in verse.
**The kea is a large parrot only found in the forested and alpine regions of the South Island of New Zealand.
Sadie Campbell • Nov 9, 2024 at 7:36 am
A marvelous poem! The line The Fiordland! The Fiordland!—punctuated with exclamation marks—adds to the dramatic description of the landscape. Sadie