Friday, July 27, 2012

Visiting Hopetoun WA!
Check out the new complex at Barrens Beach at the foot of East Mt Barren and see my poem on a plaque there. 
Cry of my country.
              To Eileen Turle 

She said
have you read Edward Thomas
and lent me a book
of his poetry. 

He spoke of English things
of meadowsweet
the first primrose
the blackbird song at evening
and English lanes
green and white in their season.
These things she remembered. 

My road runs wide and long.
Through the shimmering heat
the red dust dances
beyond the horizon
and from a Tallerack
by the creek
comes the harsh call of a crow.  

For those readers who are interested, Edward Thomas was one of the doomed WW1 poets

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