3 October 2011

Voices on the wind: poem

From the crow's lofty gaze
no human trace is seen
on this rugged stone land.
No standing stone or broch,
no ancient road or field
beneath a verdant green.

Through a eucalyptus haze
nebulous sandy trails
meander the grey-blue bush
shifting their twists and lines
with the uncharted pounding
of wallaby paws and silent feet.

Across the knobby plains
beneath a relentless sun
where the grassy hummocks
cut and lodge in milky skin,
do you hear the memories
on the voices on the wind?