Black Stump Blues part IV – First Morning in Blackall

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The lowing of cattle
on a winter morning
a cockatoo’s rasp
a dove’s coo:
these are yearned for
in the city
as smog hangs
in snaky folds
above the children
who take to the street
with crumpled raincoats
and small boots kicking at stones.

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6 responses to “Black Stump Blues part IV – First Morning in Blackall

  1. paramountplaces

    very nice , i like it .

  2. Ask a Wombat

    Not the first horse’s hoof you’ve met of a morning G Nunn………

    I like this habitat you speak of.

    Old Hairy

    • gnunn

      Hey there Old Hairy… nope, not the first hoof this Old Shark has heard clipping the road of a morning, but it is music to my ears!

  3. vanessapage

    We spend a lot of time in Blackall with our family connections. This captures the essence beautifully πŸ™‚

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