perched above . . .
a pair of galahs
drop seeds in my notebook
Gerry Jacobson
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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
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saluting . . .
the first flies
of summer
Gerry Jacobsen
in the leaf litter . . .
faded
cherry blossom
Gerry Jacobson
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