Together at Raupo Creek

A stone each from Home and Tatou.

Held in our hands.

Now holding our wishes and hopes.

Brought together in woven flax.

Buried up high, below Raupo's lone pine.
The stones will be there for a very long time.

Longer, even than four generations.

We are but custodians of this place.

For now. For the future.

Together across boundaries.
Together across cultures.
Together, with the land,
and with the people of this place.

Our dreams held in the land.

In stones. In the soil.

Buried. Protected.

As it protects us.