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“Ode to the Last Straw” Chris Manns


Written by one of our wonderful guests January 2005

Chris Manns

 The years are flying by now

And folk say ‘you’re past your prime’

But one thing we are sure of

We won’t be wasting time

Around the world we travel

In a quest ‘to see it all’

From Disneyland in springtime

To Australia in the fall

From quiet Asian Temples

To Las Vegas city lights

From Mexico’s long beaches

To Himalayan heights

From Grand European Castles

To the Taj Mahal at dawn

From journeys up the Yangtze

To Hong Kong and Singapore

But, in New Zealand there’s a cottage

With walls made out of straw

And it has a special magic

That leaves you wanting more

Is it the soft beds or cosy sofa’s?

Is it the roses near the door?

Or that unique kiwi welcome

That people come here for?

 We know, no matter where we wander

 No matter where we roam

The cottage called ‘The Last Straw’

Will always feel like home