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THE OLD BOY
The old boy’s gold
all year
Without its bloom its missable
Missed nothing the old boy dear
The southern moss,
iridescent green
The old boy’s shining light
It clings and crawls and scratches life
So once, the old boy’s plight
The bark it litters
the forest floor
The old boy’s rubbish lean
Providing nutrients to the earth and soil
Like the old boy sight unseen
The alluvial rocks
are worn but strong
On the old boy’s shoulders ride
There is no life there but fire once
The old boy’s ebbing tide |
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But alas, the
forest’s omnipotence
Mirrors the old boy’s life’s perfection
It sings, it heals, it grows, it dies
The old boy’s love is my selection
But when the little
seed is dropped
The old boy is there in keeping
Please soil, sun and water bring
The old boy’s son is weeping
The bridge, the only
artificial thing
False nothing the old boy’s plot
We must make it to the other side
Troubled water he fears not
The sun, it’s draped
in clouds right now
But the old boy’s warmth shines through
I love you granddad with all my heart
Hope I can be an old boy too
Andrew Buxton
Melbourne |
