The cows and sheep.
They lined the street as the sun set on Violet Town.
Reminiscent of a 21-gun salute.
You felt the Spirit hover in this cute little nook of mound.
Beyond the town
Rolly Hills surround.
Making it a playground for many;
The black-faced cuckooshrike sound!
Are there any other towns
Of colour?
Orange! Tweed Heads?! Can you name any more?
Curious about how we name things
And do their names prophetically claim their tread, galore?!
Jun 23, 2025
Jun 23, 2025 at 6:35 PM UTC
The cows and sheep.
They lined the street as the sun set on Violet Town.
Reminiscent of a 21-gun salute.
You felt the Spirit hover in this cute little nook of mound.
Beyond the town
Rolly Hills surround.
Making it a playground for many;
The black-faced cuckooshrike sound!
Are there any other towns
Of colour?
Orange! Tweed Heads?! Can you name any more?
Curious about how we name things
And do their names prophetically claim their tread, galore?!
Another poem drafted on the drive through country towns.
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