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