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Nature Reserve

 

The gate signing

what can and

cannot be done

Walking on

path rutted

shaped by many feet

Scraggly natives

Yellow strawflowers

Grey green shoulder

broken by embedded stone

Piercing red rosehips

Screaming noisy miner

birds signal invasion

Swinging head

back and forth

Kangaroos watching

waiting, then

fleeing from unknown

Arriving at summit

Grey clouds open

slivers of gold

above blue ridges

defining the end

     Sunset      Red Hill Nature Reserve                     Canberra Australia

 

Thinking of my brother Lon Hutchison.  His birthday is 22 June.  He would have been 62 years old.  He was hit by a bus and killed in Mazatlan Mexico 5 May 2014. 

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The gate signing

what can and

cannot be done

Walk through

path rutted

shaped by so many feet

no need to look

Scraggly natives

Yellow strawflowers

Grey green shoulder

Broken by embedded stone

Piercing red rose hips

Screaming noisy miner

birds signal invasion

Swinging head

back and forth

Kangaroos watching

waiting

Fleeing from unknown

Arrived

on top

Viewing all

under control until

Grey clouds

open

slivers of gold

above blue ridges

defining the end

 

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climbing Red Hill

2 mushrooms

1 dead rabbit

countless kangaroos

 

 

Sunset Gum Tree Red HIll, Canberra, Australia

Sunset Gum Tree Red HIll, Canberra, Australia

Still winter

Grey green landscape

startled

by extreme yellow

too abundant flowers

Overflowing

bending branches

to the ground

Shouting

Look at me

Like the raucous flock

of sulphur crested cockatoos

overhead

Beating out the competition

Blooming extravagantly

before others

even get started.

Acacia pycnantha

Golden Wattle

 

 

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I write my story

of seasons

of challenges

of weather

of animals

of insects

Upon my skin

But who can read me?

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Others try to force their stories

upon my skin

Carving their names into me

or the initials of

two people somehow connected

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How will I manage to survive?

I have sent my roots

down down down

After dozens of years of

reaching up and up

higher and higher

adorned with grey green

shimmering all year round

swaying gently

when pushed by the wind

standing tall

in the blazing sun

But if there is no rain

or if someone comes

with an axe

I am done for.

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Who will read my story

that is written on my skin?

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