Smoke Tree
by Leanne Wicks
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She dresses anew
with each spotlight moon.
Maroon, smoke grey
Olay! Spanish ruffles of her foliage
skirt her agéd trunk.
Spritely umbrell’d limbs nod
with the breeze
Seed panicles stare and stomp
Sassy as she dances still.
My Faithful Grey Mare
by Nev Newman
Many weeks have come and gone
Since I closed the boundary gate
And put her in the paddock
To graze with her old mates
Where the grass is lush and green
And the water troughs are full
Where the breezes drift at evening
Through the shimmering white gum trees.
I fondly recall that old grey mare
In the days when she was fit
I’d sit straight in the saddle
And let her have a loose bit.
Or the times while on night watch
When lightning was sure to strike
And set the bullocks to rushing
On a cold and wintry night.
But my droving days are over
They’re just memories of the past
And droving gear hangs on the wall
and my swag shows a little dust.
Sometimes I wander to the rails
And call her to my side
She knows I’ll have some sugar
And I’ll stroke My Girl with pride.
So when it’s time for her to go
To that longyard in the sky
Where the fields are always green
And the rivers never run dry.
She can rest in the evening shadows
And not hear the stockwhip’s crack
Or feel the tightness of the girth
And never feel weight upon her back.
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