A poem

Windy Welly, AKA: Wellington,
We finally made it back
It took a while to get here
Foxton’s Spring Fling led us off-track

Then there was de Molen,
The dutch style flour mill
We had to stop and see it
Wind mills, they’re such a thrill!

Colossal squid – you caught me
You’re really quite a sight!
With eyes the size of soccer balls
And half a tonne of might

Te Papa could have swallowed us
It’s a museum full of sights
But we had to get to the botanical gardens
Before sundown and city lights

The Wellington Cable Car,
Since nineteen-hundred and two
Has taken friends and lovebirds
To the top for a city view

Hand in hand, we strolled
From roses to seasonal beds
We imagined the flowers in full bloom;
Bright purples, blues and reds

Carter observatory called us;
The planetarium too
We learned to spot the Southern Cross
And Venus' bright hue

No day would be complete
Without a savoury bit of fare!
Mac’s Brewery is the place to beat
We left without a care

Next day, we head to market
For kiwifruit and more
The wind is a modern hair stylist
As it chills you to the core

At last, met up with Ben & Darlene
For a drive along the coast
To a charming little café
Where they’ll serve you more than toast

Flooding along the state highways
Made it home with time to spare
Wellington, you’re wonderful
We’ll be back for fun and flair!