Title: Our New Zealand Writer: Rod Morris

Eons before the Moriori, and long before the Maori. This land was ruled by nature, the king of all was kauri. The moa roamed in freedom, it had no one to fear. Virgin forest grew straight and tall, without the rampant deer.

Eighteen hundred years had passed, till Europeans stood upon these lands. A mere two hundred more to rape it, with axes, fires and dams. Whalers with their rats and cats, make us feel remorse. Britons came, what did they bring? The golden flowered gorse.

We stocked the land with possum, with rabbit, weasel, stoat. We poisoned streams, polluted air, erosion coast to coast. Let all of us who live here, just think of what we're worth. We have to work in harmony, for the good of Mother Earth.

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