Assembled in Aotearoa

On average, the cells that comprise our body are re-grown every seven years

My hands are self-sown rocket

from Beka's garden bed

My heart is a navel orange

from Hastings, behind the collapsed old timber shed

My puku is a kumara

from the fields up Kapiti Coast

My eyes are two fine carrots

Ohakune's favourite boast

Sure these peanut thumbs came

from across the Tasman Sea

and I'm pretty sure these banana knees

weren't grown locally

But my legs are rangy ram

that butted dad between his eyes

and my mind is all feijoa

grown sweet with autumn sunrise

My toes are ten tomatos

from the fragrant vines in our glass house

and my arms are free-range eggs

that Nat found hidden in the grass

My blood is salad dressing

from lemons thrown over the fence by the kids next door

Yep, we're made of this land

rain, sun, soil and sand

from the crowns of our heads

to our feet on the floor