I was out in the paddock one day at my home place Booroola, in Central Western NSW. I was wondering, ‘what is it about this place’. Iām standing beneath a big old eucalyptus looking towards the creek in the afternoon light. The bark on the trees lining the creek glows pink in the distance and I see myself reflected as the pinkness.There is a dawning realisation;
Category: Poetry
The Little One
The Little One
For centuries; betrayed, destroyed, annihilated.
Lifetimes; abandoned, abused, silenced.
Eons; burned, humiliated, rejected.
Ignored, raped, sucked dry;
By the group.