Poem Category: Australian

Rain forest
a bell-bird’s singing
comes out of the fog.

The rusting freight yard
no trains come to …
boys with stones.

At drought’s end
the earth sweet smell
of the cattle’s breath.

From the wood bridge
we cross by daily
the diving school-kids.

Dumped on earth
the foal finds
its long legs shaking.

First light
glittering the hallway
with our dust.

Lace curtains
so many full moons
to the pretty tot’s eye.

Dairy farmer
calling the girls in
before the morning heat.

Abandoned boy’s home
and did I break a window
to scramble out.

Tail swishing summer…
lazy with milk
our jersey to the old barn.