[the world to come is in this one)
Rows of horseradish
leading down red dirt
paths to a creek now a
staircase of spill dams
stepping down eastwards
thru’ chestnut groves,
chinese gooseberries
climbing their trellis,
rip-patched bush, and
hard-won green pockets
of pasture where cows
meander before walls
of overlapping ranges
as gentle-climate blued,
spring-fed mountains
embrace ferntree creeks;
as that day will be on
our reawaking, a scene
of longing for here.
19 Nov 2004 © Wayne David Knoll
(Stony Creek Valley seen from Macclesfield Rd, Monbulk)
1 comment:
Love this poem, Wayne.
I strongly believe that we ain't goin to no heaven,
In God's plan, heaven is comin here
And the Bible is replete with rustic images of how it oughta be
Your little picture of the farm here as something we'll never see better than,
I like that.
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