laying wreaths
a paper poppy plucked
by the breeze
Helen Ogden
autumn trees
how still each mourner
and their shadow
Rob Scott
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song of faith
the lean of a headstone
towards the sun
Jennifer Sutherland
goldrush town . . .
her finger runs down the list
of unmarked graves
Sandra Simpson
empty church
the organist plays
jazz blues
Catherine Smith
Sunday walk
through the pine wood
a carpeted church
Ewan Rourke
first stars through the window the scent of wild jasmine
Mark Miller
boronia buds
a chink of moonlight
in the broken vase
Gavin Austin
a gate left open wind among the gravestones
Cara Bruar
bush grave
a droop of dandelions
in a jam jar
Jan Dobb
a country church
alone in a field
silent prayers
Maeve Archibald
the velvet of moss
her name fills
with morning rain
Gavin Austin
return to country
Grandma’s grave
now has a headstone
Laurel Astle
memorial . . .
a hundred Bathurst blokes
die for Empire
Gerry Jacobson
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widow’s penny—
on the mantlepiece
beside his pipe
Rose van Son
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