The Bannockburn Cemetery

i think you can lay me away into the Bannockburn Cemetery

i think i would rest free there with my grandmother

my grandfather

ancestors

and my uncles

the wattle would bring August to me each year

and linger until the warm arrival of september

 

butcher birds would be my friends and sing

while my own voice rests

for a while

 

you can hear the trees in the bannockburn cemetery

and one day

my sisters might hear them too …

 

(c) 2014 Melinda Irvine

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