Sunrise On Mount Manaia

Only an inspired mortal such as I, could feel the stimuli synonymously woven in unison with the indigenous people, who for centuries have inhabited this place. The ‘Aotearoa Northland Maori’ Relating their verbal legends of old complementing one’s majestic stance here in the wilderness, a place where the ancient Gods of Olympus would feel at home. Here! I also stand in awe of you ‘Manaia’ guardian of the bay, you with your shadowy creation which intimidates the serene waters of the Pacific Ocean, lying dormant below. Mortified crag laden face appearing to cry out for assistance to the wayward breeze, that it may hasten the removal of the ghostly grey veil, compounded precariously within your stony crown, only then, permitting the radiance of the brand new day to cast out the lingering nocturnal shadows, exposing all that surrounds your ‘Monolithic presence’ © Harry J Horsman 2010