Poem Category: Australian

prison walls
bees fly pollen
to the tomatoes

helpless green grub
watching its attack
from the bull-ants

butterfly caught
no gentleness
goes into the spider

an eagle long-cry
hooked as the beak
it lives by

butterfly chase
their free bold flitters
my daughter runs with

swinging gate
a party of wildflowers
losing some heads

sunrise
across a river of mirrors
the tree’s tender touch

the whole moon
found in an old Gum
tender new leaves

seedling sprouts
nor does their mother earth
comprehend how

our bush craft
at no time
did I doubt it