By Aunty Verna Barker
Growing up running freePlaying along in my Cubby House treeSunny days, trees of shadeDirt floor coolLight breeze pass me gentlyTouch my face Sitting alone with ...
By Dakota Feirer
Somewhere in between beginning and end, are shaded beds on sacred bendsMade in layers of leaves, resembling strands, or ancient, sacred ladiesWhere sweet waters ebb, and soft northern ...
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By Jane Gleeson-White
Words come too denseto say simply: olive treealready cast by Linnaean binomial taxonomyOlea europaea, dead tongue shrouding Europa’s majesty But last autumn after tripping down a ...
By Solli Raphael
By Arika Waulu Onus
Paleep means tree Landback! the cockatoos screech Climbing, swingingSpecial to meFirewood, chainsawsDevelopment they preachPaleep means tree
Landback! the wallabies screamMore than a source of warmth ...
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