Thursday, 6 October 2011


Poem 29 of 230:  MAZDA

In Nadi, Fiji, beside the airport,
    There’s a course where I played a game.
I was met by a young Fijian lad,
    Who told me, “Mazda’s my nickname.”

He accompanied me throughout the round,
    And I asked, “Why the name ‘Mazda’?”
He explained that, during a rugby match,
    He’d just keep running - "like a car."

I mentioned to him how far I’d driven
    An old Mazda four-cylinder.
Then, back into the town, I caught a van,
    And, sure enough, ‘twas a Mazda!

(C) David Franks 2003

Fijian tapa barkcloth, from my visit in 1990