On the train again - en route to the city – time to write a little ditty.
Did the whanau drop off, the Wednesday morning routine,
Whare and then the little AK, then back to Paekakariki to catch the 8:18.
Heading along the coast, next stop Pukerua Bay,
with amazing views of Kapiti Island, all the way.
From Pukerua Bay it’s countryside left and right.
hills dotted with sheep, oh what a sight.
The train rolls south: rattle, rattle, rattle.
The train isn’t packed, the diligent commuters have already gone,
saw Sarah on the platform, sipping coffee to keep warm.
I sit alone, facing backwards, and put my head phones on.
Iron and Wine cranking, I start humming along.
I see a few houses, then a Magpie fly out of some gorse,
next stop Plimmerton, we’re on the right course.
Mana Island is basking in sunlight,
at the Mana stop, a few people alight.
A sign for Titahi Bay, then Ngati Toa Domain,
we continue south, on the rickety old train.
At Paremata a few get on board, then the conductor comes through;
‘Tickets from Paremata, thank-you’.
Porirua station – always busy, a lot get on,
a few get off, the train carries on.
Kenepuru on the hill, Laser Strike on the flat,
then the poor houses, so close to the railway track.
We whistle past Tawa, Redwood and Takapu Road,
under Ngaraunga Gorge, through the long dark tunnel – a bit of drama
then we emerge, on the edge of Wellington Harbour, oh the panorama.
Not long to go now – Kaiwharawhara; we don’t stop,
through the rail yards to beat the clock.
