Sunday, February 21, 2016

Robert Verdon, #57, The Early Nostalgia of the Ten Pound Pom

in the heat by

the shallow creek        dreaming

in a little kid’s canyon of kangaroo grass

that a dumped section of

old galvanised water-tank was

a boat           that would float me

down wind-held mountain slopes to the sea

and maybe back

Home

where the magic was
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4 comments:

  1. Efi HatzimanolisFebruary 21, 2016 at 9:42 AM

    The sense of here and there flowing apart and together in nostalgia....so beautifully written

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  2. Robert VerdonFebruary 21, 2016 at 12:54 PM

    Thank you Efi.

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  3. Lizz Murphy PoetFebruary 21, 2016 at 6:18 PM

    'wind-held mountain slopes' Love it. Enjoying your poems about childhood Robert (along with your others of course).

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  4. Robert VerdonFebruary 22, 2016 at 7:31 AM

    Thanks Lizz! My head will burst from such praise! :)

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