Ghost Gums Poem by vince gullaci
Ghost Gums
A whistle stop
for the roadside
café
pie and sauce
with peas
and a coke
to chase down the dust
of the red centre
in the heat haze
the slow moving
ghost gums
come to life.
Sunday, July 19, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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