Sophie Boswell Poet Prose Poetry

Dancing In the Wind

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Dancing in the Wind

While dancing in the wind, with the backdrop a blue sky
Snow gums bend their upper limbs, and appear to fly
Back and forth across their stage, in perfect harmony
To the rhythm of the wind, and its haunting symphony

Their costumes are so fresh and new; some rust, some grey, some green
And after a shower from heaven, their leaves are squeaky clean
The stage set's always changing, as clouds go racing by
These come from Kosciuszko - miles high in the sky

And so the gum-leaf dancers revel in ballet
To echoes of a mazurka, down the Alpine Way
In honor of Strzelecki, who came from another land
They twist and turn down the slopes, then pirouette in the sand.

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