You will develop two separate points of argument, one per poem, exploring reasons, outcomes or implications of the thesis. my two poems are “no ordinary sun” : Tree let your arms fall: raise them not sharply in supplication to the bright enhaloed cloud. Let your arms lack toughness and resilience for this is no mere axe to blunt nor fire to smother. Your sap shall not rise again to the moon’s pull. No more incline a deferential head to the wind’s talk, or stir to the tickle of coursing rain. Your former shagginess shall not be wreathed with the delightful flight of birds nor shield nor cool the ardour of unheeding lovers from the monstrous sun. Tree let your naked arms fall nor extend vain entreaties to the radiant ball. This is no gallant monsoon’s flash, no dashing trade wind’s blast. The fading green of your magic emanations shall not make pure again these polluted skies . . . for this is no ordinary sun. O tree in the shadowless mountains the white plains and the drab sea floor your end at last is written. by Hone tuwhare and “friend” also by hone tuwhare: Do you remember that wild stretch of land with the lone tree guarding the point from the sharp-tongued sea? The fort we built out of branches wrenched from the tree is dead wood now. The air that was thick with the whirr of toetoe spear succumbs at last to the grey gull’s wheel. Oyster-studded roots of the mangrove yield no finer feast of silver-bellied eels, and sea-snails cooked in a rusty can. Allow me to mend the broken ends of shared days: but I wanted to say that the tree we climbed that gave food and drink to youthful dreams, is no more. Pursed to the lips her fine-edged leaves made whistle – now stamp no silken tracery on the cracked clay floor. Friend, in this drear dreamless time I clasp your hand if only to reassure that all our jewelled fantasies were real and wore splendid rags. Perhaps the tree will strike fresh roots again: give soothing shade to a hurt and troubled world.