DRIFTING AT DAWN
Milford Sound in New Zealand, where we holidayed recently.
A sound is very much like a fjord, an inlet from the sea.
We arrived in the dark at dawning, and, as we were silently drifting,
The sun peeped round a mountain as the morning mist was lifting.
No-one spoke as we stood on deck all taking-in the wonder
Of one of the scenic glories of 'that other' land Down-Under.
It takes us less time flying to Auckland than it takes us to fly to Perth,
So we have in our 'back garden' the prettiest country on earth.
More of New Zealand here: