Otautau looks so trim and neat
Beneath the slopes so tidy.
It's here the western folk all meet
Their market day is Friday.
On Labour Day they have their sport
Whether it's wet or dry is their decision.
The Pipers march with good deport
It's all done with precision.
Holt Park far famed for beauty rare
Is dressed up for the people.
The Grand Stand hill and Rhodies there
Are blooming bright and purple.
Private gardens catch the eyes
Of all the folk admiring
And one and all they give the prize
To Mrs. Billy Irwin.
Thursday, 30 April 2009
Well, this is the last day of poetry month and by chance I found this poem posted on the wall at the Otautau Museum. I'm still trying to ascertain the author.