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by Sally Odgers
Oh, my island, temperate, cool,
seasons paint the pallette so;
to favour artists autumnal
you flash your borrowed northern trees.
lights the hills
with wattles' gold and crimson heath,
in frosted grass and burgeoned flood
and watered hollows
full of sky...
True spring brings cups of daffodil
and manferns fronding deep and green
while summer tosses poplar
to gleam against the temperate gums.
Your wattles dark in secrecy
with teatrees clump by creek and bog,
and brambles blotched (encroaching rust)
are not as in remembered days.
The river splutters into stilly
with wattle pods and twigs;
beards of green lie languidly
upon the chins of cobbly stones
in waters I remember
My God! What have we done to you?
My island: dreams of stately days
in federated houses still,
gothic churches; iron lace,
with Georgian sandstone, fifties brick
to mingle in eternal blend;
peaks with snow and grey
of bluffs and slaty plateau lakes;
green farmland, beaches white and wide
ripples in the sand.
My island, fling your changing moods
across your weathered cloudy face --
be old in wisdom,
forgive us as we walk your roads
and keep your hills and sunny paths alive.
© Sally Odgers
Sally Odgers lives in Tasmania, Australia, with her husband and assorted dogs and cockatoos. As well as writing books for sale, and poetry for the fun and
challenge of it, she works part-time as a manuscript assessor. In between work, she walks the dogs, reads, gardens and cultivates
her website. You can visit her at: http://www.sallyodgers.com
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