Poets & Poems
Cubby House Tree
By Aunty Verna Barker
Growing up running free
Playing along in my Cubby House tree
Sunny days, trees of shade
Dirt floor cool
Light breeze pass me gently
Touch my face
Sitting alone with ...
She-oaked Shores
By Dakota Feirer
Somewhere in between beginning and end, are shaded beds on sacred bends
Made in layers of leaves, resembling strands, or ancient, sacred ladies
Where sweet waters ebb, and soft northern ...
The Disappearing
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To the olive tree in Duntroon gardens, Canberra
By Jane Gleeson-White
Words come too dense
to say simply: olive tree
already cast by Linnaean binomial taxonomy
Olea europaea, dead tongue shrouding Europa’s majesty
But last autumn after tripping down a ...
