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Sep 2020
Your early morning chorus echoes within my distant memory;
the raucous call of the kookaburra wakes the bush with each daybreak,
the ting of the bellbird echo as the magpies play on their pipes.
The harmony of life in the bush became my lover.

I long for the smell of your gum trees on the fresh morning breeze;
a cuppa in hand, I soak in the dappled landscape,
while the sun goes walkabout through the bush,
reflecting like diamonds dancing on the morning dew.
All poetry copy written by Vicki Kralapp 9/2020
Vicki Kralapp
Written by
Vicki Kralapp  Oshkosh
(Oshkosh)   
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