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cherry alder rots away

By Josh ClementsPublished 2 years ago Updated 5 months ago 1 min read

British ships

sail by the azure.

Uninvited footprints land,

upon the stretch of gold.

Gunpower erupts,

the British evaporate,


Lo and behold,


And then nowadays,

stained beer glasses spin,

aboard oak bars.

The King doth sits

on a dusty pokie throne.

As we settle in our garden home,

Xavier Rudd on his guitar out back,

while cherry alder rots away,

and we, all the unaustralians, wave.


nature poetry

About the Creator

Josh Clements

Known to scribble away at my fantasy novel, screenplays, poems and short stories.

Tastes may vary.

Twitter: @JoshuaClements89

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