A Māori

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For me David was firstly a Māori, his infectious flowing voice came from a life of growing up amongst his people who will miss him. I remember his stories of meetings with the Māori queen. Below is part of a poem written in her honour, which says much of Dads work.

Ne u nofo `ou mūnoa pē au
`Ikai `apē ha`ate fakakaukau
Takamilo e tā mo hono ta`au
Ka e fakafokifā kuo pā e peau
Pea mahe`a he `ea `o e ngalu

I ponder from the deep solace of space
lost in the beating of time, point and place
lo and behold comes the wind and the waves
crashing with force to astound and amaze
carried aloft by a foam gusted breath
from South to North