<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21950580</id><updated>2011-07-29T06:04:32.499+12:00</updated><title type='text'>A journey through life</title><subtitle type='html'>This Blog has been created upon the suggestion of a  beautiful young lady from Germany who appeared in my life and less than 24 hours later disappeared, having left a lasting impression and a reason to start writing again...thank you Christina.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiwipilot.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21950580/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiwipilot.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Wil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16736209936732627739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21950580.post-113911749910973351</id><published>2006-02-05T18:22:00.002+13:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T13:33:40.214+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Sometimes I feel like writing and the poems below are just some examples of what I have come up with. I'm not sure if they are very good but thought I'd share them with you anyway...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Poor Boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four panes of glass and some paddocks beyond&lt;br /&gt;There are cows, some sheep and two horses&lt;br /&gt;Content there they graze, their bellies are full&lt;br /&gt;Their days filled with fun, their life not so cruel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While he patiently sits there and stares out the window&lt;br /&gt;He dreams of the dinner he knows will not come&lt;br /&gt;As the light slowly fades he goes to his mother&lt;br /&gt;But tonight she can’t feed him, his sister or brother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Fairies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you listen you’ll hear them&lt;br /&gt;But you must listen hard&lt;br /&gt;For though they are many&lt;br /&gt;And we are but few&lt;br /&gt;Their voices are soft&lt;br /&gt;Like the fall of the dew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A rustle of leaves&lt;br /&gt;Signs the start of their waking&lt;br /&gt;Just like us humans they rise&lt;br /&gt;When the sun warms the sky&lt;br /&gt;And small children play&lt;br /&gt;The Fairies join hands then dance by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Earlybird&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New light in the East&lt;br /&gt;So pretty to see&lt;br /&gt;The beams of bright sunlight&lt;br /&gt;Through clouds fall on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new morn has broken&lt;br /&gt;What will this day bring?&lt;br /&gt;I sit here and wonder&lt;br /&gt;While the birdies they sing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Apollo 11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sent into space to search the unknown&lt;br /&gt;With them the wishes of all who had flown&lt;br /&gt;On a Saturn V rocket, red blood in their veins&lt;br /&gt;Armstrong, Aldrin and Collins their names&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Wright’s they had done it, Man’s first powered flight&lt;br /&gt;A small hop skyward towards the sunlight&lt;br /&gt;With their homebuilt machine they finally flew&lt;br /&gt;The dream was now real although not many knew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now etched in our history a new flight achieved&lt;br /&gt;The hopes of all those who had truly believed&lt;br /&gt;That one-day we’d get there through the vacuum of space&lt;br /&gt;To the Moon we would travel by God’s given grace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day had arrived and to Armstrong did fall&lt;br /&gt;The rite of first footstep to the envy of all&lt;br /&gt;We watched on our tele’s, our hearts overcome&lt;br /&gt;And for one precious moment the world was as one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Forgotten Friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bottle now empty&lt;br /&gt;Lies beneath a great tree&lt;br /&gt;We were once full of spirit&lt;br /&gt;That bottle and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But our paths they were joined&lt;br /&gt;And as time wandered by&lt;br /&gt;We were robbed of our lifeblood&lt;br /&gt;And left here to die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Soldiers Fortune&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ice in the craters, frost in the air&lt;br /&gt;Never again would I see her&lt;br /&gt;The blood slowly left me and time did stand still&lt;br /&gt;As I waited for death, my body to kill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through mist covered eyes I saw her again&lt;br /&gt;I asked if she ever did love me&lt;br /&gt;The answer she dwelt on and time did stand still&lt;br /&gt;As I waited for death, my body to kill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My limbs were detached, my torso was aching&lt;br /&gt;Her answer, though painful was clear&lt;br /&gt;The words broke my heart and time did stand still&lt;br /&gt;As I waited for death, my body to kill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Far from my homeland, my father and mother&lt;br /&gt;I slipped from this world, into another&lt;br /&gt;That bloody grenade had picked me to kill&lt;br /&gt;Death had arrived, my body now still&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Self Pity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So little to offer&lt;br /&gt;Where once there was much&lt;br /&gt;A lack of self worth&lt;br /&gt;Means the lack of a touch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only the days&lt;br /&gt;Could be lived once again&lt;br /&gt;Things would be different&lt;br /&gt;Love, my best friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One Man’s Hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly the wind came; it brought the sweet rain&lt;br /&gt;To drench the brown pastures and paint green again&lt;br /&gt;The heavens they blackened; lightning sped through the sky&lt;br /&gt;Mere mortals us humans can but wonder why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why the power above us can be oh so great&lt;br /&gt;When on Earth we are failing, each day a mistake&lt;br /&gt;Lord grant us the wisdom, our potential to realise&lt;br /&gt;The sooner the better, at least seen through my eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I play the guitar&lt;br /&gt;I sing a sad song&lt;br /&gt;But there’s no-one to hear me&lt;br /&gt;No-one sings along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sing to my baby&lt;br /&gt;I sing her to sleep&lt;br /&gt;But she hasn’t been born yet&lt;br /&gt;So my song I will keep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep in my heart&lt;br /&gt;It’ll stay here with me&lt;br /&gt;Just waiting for someday&lt;br /&gt;When my baby will be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21950580-113911749910973351?l=kiwipilot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiwipilot.blogspot.com/feeds/113911749910973351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21950580&amp;postID=113911749910973351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21950580/posts/default/113911749910973351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21950580/posts/default/113911749910973351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiwipilot.blogspot.com/2006/02/sometimes-i-feel-like-writing-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Wil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16736209936732627739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21950580.post-113911614430661105</id><published>2006-02-05T17:54:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T18:09:04.316+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4565/2226/1600/Mum,%20Savita,%20Coral,%20Julie%2013%20Mar%2093.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4565/2226/320/Mum%2C%20Savita%2C%20Coral%2C%20Julie%2013%20Mar%2093.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My mother, niece and sisters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4565/2226/1600/Val%20d"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4565/2226/320/Val%20d%27Isere%2C%20France%201988%20copy.4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A beautiful day skiing in the French Alps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4565/2226/1600/Mykonos%201990.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4565/2226/320/Mykonos%201990.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another beautiful day in the Greek Islands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4565/2226/1600/St%20Basil"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4565/2226/320/St%20Basil%27s%2C%20Moscow.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Outside St Basil's in Moscow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21950580-113911614430661105?l=kiwipilot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiwipilot.blogspot.com/feeds/113911614430661105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21950580&amp;postID=113911614430661105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21950580/posts/default/113911614430661105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21950580/posts/default/113911614430661105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiwipilot.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-mother-niece-and-sisters-beautiful.html' title=''/><author><name>Wil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16736209936732627739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21950580.post-113910692290370185</id><published>2006-02-05T15:33:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T18:10:40.433+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4565/2226/1600/Ti%20Point,%20RD5%20Warkworth,%202004%20#3.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 368px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px" height="239" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4565/2226/320/Ti%20Point%2C%20RD5%20Warkworth%2C%202004%20%233.0.jpg" width="398" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pohutukawa trees (New Zealand's Christmas tree) at Dad's place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4565/2226/1600/Ti%20Point,%20RD5%20Warkworth,%202004.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 368px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px" height="196" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4565/2226/320/Ti%20Point%2C%20RD5%20Warkworth%2C%202004.0.jpg" width="322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dad's cattle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4565/2226/1600/Dean%20&amp;%20Gordon,%20Ti%20Point,%20Christmas%202004.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 316px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 198px" height="228" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4565/2226/320/Dean%20%26%20Gordon%2C%20Ti%20Point%2C%20Christmas%202004.0.jpg" width="371" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Having a few laughs with Dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4565/2226/1600/Gordon%20&amp;%20Sylvia%20#3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 317px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 208px" height="245" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4565/2226/320/Gordon%20%26%20Sylvia%20%233.jpg" width="384" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My Father and Mother on their wedding day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4565/2226/1600/Gordon%20&amp;%20Dean%20at%20Wakatu%20#2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 326px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" height="297" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4565/2226/320/Gordon%20%26%20Dean%20at%20Wakatu%20%232.jpg" width="375" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is my Dad with me in 1963. He thinks he looks like a film star. Photo taken at Wakatu, Nelson, New Zealand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4565/2226/1600/Norwest%20Helicopters%202005.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 313px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 328px" height="352" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4565/2226/320/Norwest%20Helicopters%202005.0.jpg" width="351" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Taken at my last job with Norwest Helicopters, Dairy Flat, Albany North, Auckland, New Zealand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4565/2226/1600/P5071131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 419px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 278px" height="286" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4565/2226/320/P5071131.jpg" width="407" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On the way to the Coromandel Peninsula on a perfect flying day...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21950580-113910692290370185?l=kiwipilot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kiwipilot.blogspot.com/feeds/113910692290370185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21950580&amp;postID=113910692290370185' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21950580/posts/default/113910692290370185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21950580/posts/default/113910692290370185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kiwipilot.blogspot.com/2006/02/pohutukawa-trees-new-zealands.html' title=''/><author><name>Wil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16736209936732627739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
