Ohinemuri Regional History Journal 8, October 1967
By JACK KENT-JOHNSTON (Masterton)
On the wide Tauranga harbour, on its further northern reach
Is a lovely restful haven with a little sandy beach,
There's a little group of houses looking out across the sea,
And the name upon the shop-front says the place is Athenree.
There's a lovely grassy foreshore where the road comes to an end
And the harbour opens westward when you walk around the bend,
There the "Rosa" swings at anchor in the shelter of the Bay
And a quiet peace pervades you as you while the hours away.
You can hear the cuckoos calling in the many shady trees
You can smell the salt and seaweed on the gentle summer breeze,
There's the yapping cry of "Barkers" as they make their evening flight,
And the vesper hymn of thrushes as they roost up for the night.
Now my holiday is ended and I'm safely back at home
Where my job demands my interest but my thoughts are free to roam
And my mind can bridge the distance to that haven by the sea
And I'm back again in spirit with my friends in Athenree.