Lindsay Laurie Poems

The long years are harsh where the hot sun does burn
on the sand hills and plains when seasons won't turn
where saltbush and samphire do somehow survive
and through these hot days there seems little alive.
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Like a drug of dependence, this will keep me coming back
out along the Sardine Creek, walking on a wombat track.
I should know every cranny and hurdle in the way,
But secrets of the bush keep arising every day.
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I may not seem to all a patriot
with the words that I must say,
but within this land of freedom
I can say them anyway.
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Between the shoulders of, Old Telegraph Road
that one time was gravel to carry the load
of day to day traffic that swirls up a gust
and covered the foliage with a layer of dust.
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A twisting whirly musters
hard baked leaves and bark.
There's another red sunset,
just before it's dark.
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