Jenny Horrocks sent us the following poem which describes her feelings when she moved with her family from a home in the English countryside to an inner city Auckland appartment.

The hollow in the forest is lonely now, and bare.

Now nothing can recapture the joy I once found there.

The joy of scaling tree trunks, of fishing in the Fen

 Are only two of many I'll never know again.

Even the forest creatures will have forgotten me.

They who were my dearest friends when all was wild and free.

And as along these city streets my wearying footsteps trend,

A mocking voice is telling me `all pleasures have their end'.