(without apologies, but with thanks to Percy Bysshe Shelley)
O, Len Brown, thou essence of Tamaki’s being,
From whose unseen presence cars leave lead
Fumes, and are driven, like tin ghosts fleeing,
Yellow, black, pale silver, and hectic red,
Citizens, CO2-stricken multitudes: Len, O thou,
Who would chariotest to their destination instead
By railway, as their city’s wingèd needs grow,
Taken from their motorway living grave, until
Thine azure traffic through the CRL shall flow
Now moving o'er the dreaming Auckland earth, and fill
(Driving sweet trains like flocks who breathe in air)
With living hues past Meadowbank and One Tree Hill:
Wild Spirit, which art now moving by electric rail everywhere;
Britomart, Papakura, Swanson, Onehunga, Manukau; hear, O hear!
Publisher David McGill reports on above pic:Me with book outside Devonport Naval Base, with guns of my father’s ship Achilles at entrance, clutching the book on mayor who opened it in 1888 as the Calliope Dock, with Governor and Brit and American reps at this grand day, biggest dock in Southern Hemipshere (we love that phrase still) and intended for British southern presence. No protesters then, just lots of speeches and amazing banquet (as reported in the book).Photo kindly taken by security guard in between endless checking of vehicles to-ing andfro-ing.