Thursday, December 22, 2016

An April Morning In Kilcunda Comments

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Above the brown scrubland of Kilcunda the skylark not singing today
Where slowly and silently the dark Powlett River towards the Pacific slowly crawls on it's way
On a wattle tree that has lived for many Seasons the black and white magpie with the silver bill
Is warbling in the gray of the morning in a place where time seems to stand still
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