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......Read the rest...

...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......Read the rest...

...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......Read the rest...