In 1928, a crew of four men flew, for the first time, across the Tasmen from Australia to New Zealand. One of the men on board the
Southern Cross airplane was a New Zealander named T.H. McWilliams. His job was to operate the radio in the airplane. Unfortunately, the radio stopped working shortly after take-off and the rain and ice were so heavy that the pilot, Kingford Smith, couldn't see out of his front windscreen! For this task we had to imagine if we were part of the crew, and to write a poem about how we would have felt when they landed safely in Christchurch after the long trip. I chose to write a Limerick, here it is.
Oh sunshine, oh beautiful sunshine.
Finally outside, trees twine.
Flowers everywhere are blooming.
Bees are always zooming.
Oh sunshine, oh beautiful sunshine.