By Paul, 76. Cobram, VIC A halo round the fading moon,Sweet mist upon the grass.The croak of frogs from yon lagoon,A flight of ducks wing past.A dingo howls farewell to night,The crimson sunrise comes.The dawn is here to start the day,All hail the rising sun! That blazing orb now bakes the plains,Heat shimmers on the [...]
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By Paul Blanksby, 63. Helensburgh, NSW ‘You’re a sook, Miklas, a big sook.’It’s that Johnno again. Oh, I could just… They can’t have seen me sitting in my backyard, these boys, through the passionfruit vine and the wind-warped paling fence. An unwanted adult observer of their little drama. A smaller boy, wearing a blue jumper [...]