The beauty
Of
Namatjira
White haired
Bark painter's
Of fish
Wandjina
Feathered man
Full sunset
Corroboree
Pintubi
Dancers
In watercourse
Colours
Of hills
And rangers
Near Henbury
Or was it
Kings canyon
South
Alice springs
Dome like peaks
Of Olga's
Stark landscape
Barren
Barkly
Near Soudan
Where
Dust storms
A common hazard
The faces
Of William Richetts
In the Maelstrom
Those colours
Of time
And day
House Wife's
Bushman
Children of the
Banka, Banka
Old hats
Tin shacks
The Southern Cross
Spinning
Creaking
Just there
In the sky
A Rhyme
To its own time
Wonky
Old water tank
Those proud
Spearman
From
Emily Gap
A shared history
Not us
Them
Just the
Layers of life
Turned sideways
Like
Krichauff Rangers
Somewhere
Out west
Where Echidna
Thorny Devil
( my favourite )
Freshwater tortoises
Swimming
Crocs
Beauty
In birds
Of flowers
Palms
In valleys
Secrets
Of bushman
Ringers
Dreams
Of its people
And fading
Its
Fading
Memories
Your nature is a painting that gives birth to each warm hue.
My nightingales are free among your clouds and skies.
Your sweet soul and my brother: I live only for these two.
And thoughts of your kind kiss, no earthly thing defies.
I have grown to be a spearman
Of your right hand, noblewoman.
Wife or maiden; your grace will gain my servitude
Because your understanding warmth's a rose skirt
Of soft and chaste loving that I couldn't hurt,
Where beasts yearn to give your heart due gratitude.
Haiku 16
native warriors
the Bowman and the Spearman
by Lake Michigan
is that the spearman swinging
his weapon to and fro
and is that the giant weeping
down and down he goes
that smile i remember
everytime you kill
that laugh so sinister
when you feel that thrill
are you in hotan the glavie called
buffing and stroking
chasing the so sun abroad
the thoughest of them all
you have me waiting
counting down the time
till i can feel that thrill
now im wiriting this rhyem
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