Topic: Take My Photo Reporter.
Hi it is summer here in Wellington the capital city of New Zealand. Here is a poem about a hot summer day in Wellington with all the politicians on holiday and a lack of stories for the local reporters.
Take My Photo Reporter
On a slow news day.
One man standing outside.
Waiting for a cool house.
With no heat and friction..
Under the glow of burning midday sun.
No pictures painted by clouds.
Just clear blue sky.
Paralyzed harbour looking for a distant wave.
Water not to walk on.
Just a mirror for today
Mother nature not ready.
One day she will breath.
Grab a photo reporter and write my story down'
Yeah grab a photo reporter and write my story down.
A mingling circling crowd.
Heading into the mall.
Looking for cool air.
Melting icecream and rattling cups.
Over table stories,
Grab a photo reporter and write my story down.
Yeah grab a photo reporter and write my story down.
'Our Prime Minister is having a baby.
That would be strange if she was a man.
Grab a photo reporter and write my story down.
Yeah grab a photo reporter and write my story down.