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VIEW FROM BIMBIMBI BALCONY AT DAY’S END by Bill Cunningham 29/04/08
The setting sun on an Autumn day Sees the distant western ranges hazy grey; Nearer hills grey-black ‘Gainst light blue sky at back. A river twinkles in the valley below, And a zephyr ripples dark patches just so.
Green lawn bordered by wire fence; Beyond is dry grass, clumped and dense. Black and white cow stands content amid bracken, Whilst lengthening shadows grow – don’t slacken. As night draws longer shades And the river’s twinkle fades.
On the hillside, a stand of the tall gum tree Trunks proud and straight, dappled grey and khaki. The lowering sun on the upper branches streams, And the gentle breeze ripples the leaves.
Many red-breasted green parrots alight In the tall bare poplar in my near sight. More arrive, diving in from forest scrub; Some depart, dropping into low garden shrub.
When a jay utters clacking clarion call, Fifty parrots scatter, one and all, With whirr of wings, to nearby forest tree, To await look-out’s all-clear to fly free.
As the sun sets and shadows darken, One to the sounds of bush does harken. Distant surf rumbles like a goods train. Birds chatter and settle for tomorrow’s game.
We are of such things as dreams are made. On this bush scene I would stake My life that it is but a dream. To live it is to know what I mean.
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