Boronia Poems - Poems about Boronia

...When I get tired of the concrete and tar there’s a place I can go, and not travel far, that hasn’t been touched by progress at all; nature stands still beneath gums growing tall. And in amongst......

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...Like a drug of dependence, this will keep me coming back out along the Sardine Creek, walking on a wombat track. I should know every cranny and hurdle in the way, But secrets of the bush keep aris......

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...From the cradle of birth through the complex of life, to finally the dungeon of death, generational instincts react when there’s strife, so a new order, takes its first breath. In a pristine he......

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