Best Wattles Poems

When I had to take a special car back to Liverpool
Through the speedily running windows, on the rolling hills
The Yellow Acacia continued to flash before...

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A twisting whirly musters
hard baked leaves and bark.
There’s another red sunset,
just before it’s dark.
The wilting wattles weep,
and plea ‘I can’t live on!’
The strong keep fighting...

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“Arms Full of Linnet Wings”

In the garden 
that afternoon 
she planted seeds
in their ripe minds
their eyes looking
up to hers their 
irises dazzling 
in the late...

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What is beauty if I cannot write it
On the pages of my book,
What nature in it’s endless glory
If I can but stand and look?

If fragments...

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Strategically placed when raised 
Upwards
By your masterful and well 
Practiced hand.
To mingle with ever changing 
Skylines 
That frown down with arrogant 
Scowls
Upon the indigenous populous...

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I do ponder on Aristotle,
In these groves of golden wattles,
Was Aristotle on the bottle?
"What is beautiful?" he asked,
He set us such a puzzling task,
How to...

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SNOWY’S STILL WATERS
By
Kevin L Fairbrother
The rolling hills surround the lake
It’s still-waters glisten in the simmering heat
With nary a wave breaking on the shore
As echos of...

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The weather was just how I liked it
Looking like it would stay dry
The breeze had the sharp tinge of winter
Beneath a low overcast sky

The thick...

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Weebles wobble
   but they do fall down.

Once without windup whimsy weebles wobble writhing in wistful wiggly wattles,
they bubble, bobble, boggle, bottle and boondoggle...

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SLEEP AND ARISTOTLE.

How to get a good night's sleep--
Instead of enumerating sheep,
Recline beautifully with Aristotle,
Don't decline, hit that bottle,
What does rhyme with Aristotle?
I ponder passing...

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The fading colours in a trembling leaf,
Perhaps a portent of the coming cold,
When the heavy hand of an icy winter
Will press hard upon gully, flat...

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SILVER SPUR'S SECRET 
 
Those roaring days, oh Silver Spur, 
When mining brought your birth; 
Among the hills you came to life, 
Men flocked to...

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They are in need of me today
of all days
so the table can be set with unbent forks
and their silent
roosters--ye soft wattles play on.
White linen veils
the...

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After years of growing native shrubs and putting them in pots,
my backyards full of hakea’s and gums, placed in separate lots,
but some wattles have outgrown...

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August down under is winter torn asunder.
Under leaden skies, lightning clouds make thunder.
Gardens revive, buds pop, the yellow wattles bloom.
Unfolding butterfly wings, like feathers arrayed,...

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