She Is The Last Poet Of The Mountains Comments

She is the last poet of the mountains a brown eyed one her hair is silver gray
By her home the white cockies screech on the tall gums in her poems on them she has much to say
Their sulphur crests they raise as the whim takes them of their ways there is little she does not know
She has known them since she was a child in the mid fifties and that's going back some five decades ago.
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