“Cruising the harbour finding the spot,   

hauling in the snapper filling the pot.

Camping at Opo a family affair,

A tradition carried out over many a year.

Mangroves, karahu,

Flounder and spud.

Dust, potholes and cows chewing their cud.

Milking, haymaking, fencing, and more.

Feijoas and blackberries,

Loquats galore.

Hokianga life

A treasure for sure.