Birds of passage (Wellington) Traditional Cache
TheCoddiwompler: I am archiving this cache since there's been no response from nor action by the cache owner within the time frame requested in a prior reviewer note.
Birds of passage (Wellington)
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This cache is a short, easy stroll from the end of Longfellow Street, Poets Block, Upper Hutt.
The name is inspired by the poem by the American Poet Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.
You can travel to Longfellow Street either from the River Road (SH2) or Fergusson Drive.
Either way, look out for other poets that you may recognise because this area is called Poets Block (which is different to writer's block).
Poets inspired street names are: Burns Grove, Byron Street,Keats Street, Longfellow Street, Milton Street, Shakespeare Avenue, Sheridan Crescent, Tennyson Street and Thackeray Street.
If you arriving by car, I suggest parking in the Longfellow Street cul de sac and walking through a small pathway to a grassy track towards the cache.
Please camouflage it well when hiding.
Birds of Passage by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 1858
Black shadows fall
From the lindens tall,
That lift aloft their massive wall
Against the southern sky;
And from the realms
Of the shadowy elms
A tide-like darkness overwhelms
The fields that round us lie.
But the night is fair,
And everywhere
A warm, soft vapor fills the air,
And distant sounds seem near,
And above, in the light
Of the star-lit night,
Swift birds of passage wing their flight
Through the dewy atmosphere.
I hear the beat
Of their pinions fleet,
As from the land of snow and sleet
They seek a southern lea.
I hear the cry
Of their voices high
Falling dreamily through the sky,
But their forms I cannot see.
O, say not so!
Those sounds that flow
In murmurs of delight and woe
Come not from wings of birds.
They are the throngs
Of the poet's songs,
Murmurs of pleasures, and pains, and wrongs,
The sound of winged words.
This is the cry
Of souls, that high
On toiling, beating pinions, fly,
Seeking a warmer clime,
From their distant flight
Through realms of light
It falls into our world of night,
With the murmuring sound of rhyme.
Additional Hints
(Decrypt)
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