Thread: Trying to find a poem?

Trying to find the words and name of a New Zealand poem written for a hunter.

It goes I think by the name of ''When I'm gone'' or ''When I go''.

Quite a neat poem from memory and may be suitable to be read at my dads service next week.

https://www.google.co.nz/search?q=wh...&client=safari
This comes to mind?

P.S. Sorry for your loss.

Not NZ but possibly this if you don't find it in time?
https://www.scottishpoetrylibrary.org.uk/poem/requiem/
There are folk on here with vast NZ hunting literature collections; someone will find it.

I'm thinking the poem you are looking for was written by Les Masters

Yes sorry for your loss mate

Maybe find it on https://www.poemhunter.com ?

Do you know when our where you saw it last when what you where doing this might help for reference sake?
ie book magazine?

Thanks guys , found it or someone else did.
Its called ''When you leave me. by Mike McGee.

When you leave me can you leave me
Where the big trees bend and sigh
Where theres birdsong in the morning
And a river running by
I'll find a big rock overhang
Enough to keep me dry
With a gap or two amongst the trees
So I can see the sky
When you leave me can you leave me
With a breeze upon my cheek
Where the crystal clear bush water
Murmurs gently in the creek
I'll hope the place you leave me
Will have leaves to make my bed
And if I'm in luck there'll be
A mossy bank to lay my head
When you leave me can you leave me
A billy can or two
And a heap of dry red totara chips
So I can make a brew
I'll live in hope a Robin
just might visit now and then
With maybe just a verse or two
still flowing from my pen
I'll hope that when you leave me
My mind is crystal clear
So I can picture faces
of the ones that I hold dear
Then I'll settle down and make the most
of everything I've got
And you can rest contented
I'll be happy with my lot

Hi Ghosts, sorry about your loss, even us old hunters have to watch the sun go down and you are in prime hunting ground. Have been down there a few times chasing the grey ghosts and it is a great place. I was allays trying to find a poem or the words to it myself called ( Pull up another dog mate for the nights going to be cold. A nz pome I think. Hope your dad did a lot of hunting on the Island.

Burying a Dad.....Such a hard thing. Leaves a unique hole in the heart.

Condolences, for what it's worth.

Thanks chaps.
My Dad was a pig hunter. Storys of sneaking past deer to not scare the pigs. Nothing compared to the thrill of his pack of dogs and chasing pigs. Deer where a bit boring to him. But then he had access to huge acreages of Hawkes Bays back country. Tutira, Maungataniwha, Ngatapa, Waireka, Puketeatri to name a few.
He had an awe sum collection of tusks and a few monsters still at home.
His best dog ''Mike'' used to ride on his motorbike with him. Mike insisted on riding on the tank but as the speed increased so did the tears out of his eyes and into Dads face.
So to stop it the old man fitted a pair of goggles to Mike which fixed the problem for both.
One can only imagine the looks of motorists looking in the rear view mirror with a muddy bloody pig hunter and dog complete with Goggles pig on the carrier blasting along.
There's a story about him and a few pics In ''Snow Angens'' Book ''Shooting with Snow''.
Was a member of Napier Deerstalkers from nearly its start and part founder of Hawkes Bay Antique arms assn.
He helped Judge the annual Bay view pig hunting comp.
Many are the trips he took us on eelling, trout fishing and possum and rabbit shooting. I never did go pig hunting with him but he gave me my own love of hunting and the back country.