I also wrote a poem some time ago on google earth, I did enjoy playing with
it.
In your poem there are some good passages, I particularly like:
but recently enough the lake looks low.
Zoom back up, weıre off overseas, blue
Tasman, curving coast of my old country,
down over Hargest Terrace, Owairaka.
2008/2/20 Patrick McManus <[log in to unmask]>:
> Max thanks google earth poem what possibilities-shame that there is a
> time
> lag perhaps later in real time -cor Big Brother !! cheers
>
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> Google Earth
> (globetrotting without jetlag)
>
> 1
> As the hawk sees it
> or the helmeted airmanı,
> thus young Auden imaged
> his England, country of his
> where no one was wellı.
>
> As the astronaut sees it
> or the satellite circling,
> now all Earth shows itself
> imaged on our computer screens.
> Now no need for imagination.
>
> 2
> Where would you like to hover today?
> Start at our home suburb, zoom down and in:
> thatıs our red roof, tiny garden, neighboursı pools
> snapped not this week (uncertain weather),
>
> but recently enough the lake looks low.
> Zoom back up, weıre off overseas, blue
> Tasman, curving coast of my old country,
> down over Hargest Terrace, Owairaka.
>
> Which house was Dadıs and Mumıs?
> Number seven, opposite the lane.
> Modest, spartan, pathetic, cramping,
> diagram of mother-love and father-shy.
>
> Escape once was slow, if airborne.
> Heathrow here I come again.
> In Hyde Park by one of those trees
> jetlag first hit (no-one had warned me).
>
> Edinburgh youıre so elegant, even from above.
> Here I walked, there was my bus stop,
> there the libraries. Scotland, where
> no one was very well, but a few were angry.
>
> Since I left I see itıs built a bit, lost a lot.
> Slagheaps by former coal mines linger.
> Is that a synthetic ski-slope on one?
> Up and away ... my son says zoom in
>
> on Bondi Beach, you can pick out
> every single sunbather. Why, so you can,
> and some are very brown, and very bare.
> Rude health; anger in short supply.
>
> The surf is very white.
>
> Wednesday 20 February 2008
>
> Max Richards
> Doncaster, Victoria
>
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