Burning Off
Burning Off They’re burning off at the Rampadells, The tawny flames uprise, With greedy licking around the trees; The fierce breath sears our eyes. From cores […]
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Colour The lovely things that I have watched unthinking, Unknowing, day by day, That their soft dyes have steeped my soul in colour That will not […]
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Dawn At the dawning of the day, On the road to Gunnedah, When the sky is pink and grey As the wings of a wild galah, […]
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Fire This life that we call our own Is neither strong nor free; A flame in the wind of death, It trembles ceaselessly. And this all […]
READ MOREIn a Southern Garden
In a Southern Garden WHEN the tall bamboos are clicking to the restless little breeze, And bats begin their jerky skimming flight, And the creamy scented […]
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My Country My Country The love of field and coppice Of green and shaded lanes, Of ordered woods and gardens Is running in your veins. Strong […]
READ MOREThe Colours Of Light
The Colours Of Light This is not easy to understand For you that come from a distant land Where all the COLOURS are low in pitch […]
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The Dreamer Over the crest of the Hill of Sleep, Over the plain where the mists lie deep, Into a country of wondrous things, Enter we […]
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The Open Sea From my window I can see, Where the sandhills dip, One far glimpse of open sea. Just a slender slip Curving like a […]
READ MOREThe Waiting Life
The Waiting Life Since it befell, with work and strife I had not time to live my life I turned away from it until Work should […]
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