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Programme Note

Hone Tuwhare’s poem “The Old Place” conjures up a picture of an old run down house that no-body comes to visit. “No one cares to look upon the drunken fence posts and the gate white with moss. No-one except the wind saw the old place make her final curtsy to the earth and sky.” Hone Tuwhare’s words are very evocative and it was not hard to write music that emphasized the picture of people leaving their run-down farms and moving to the cities, in the hope of a better life.

Text Note:

Text: Hone Tuwhare

Difficulty:

Advanced

Influences:

• Landscape - NZ