1st place winner of the Unpublished category of the UNESCO Dunedin City of Literature Robert Burns Poetry Competition
Oh Thou ! whatever title doth suit thee,
Labour, New Zealand First or even Green,
You still have the power o’er folk like me
For good or ill which is as yet unseen.
For nine long years, when National was thy name
We seemed powerless to change thy course,
Thy policies oft led us to complain
But now thy chariot has another horse
And another rider, or two, or three,
; With fulsome promises of great change,
The results of which we have yet to see
Though we must doubt they lie within thy range.
I’ve often heard my reverend Grannie say
In lonely lanes like these thou likes to stray..