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Girringun Grasslands
Poetry inspired by a walk among the Eucalypts of the Girringun grasslands.
1 minute
rain greened grassland slopes
shield their trees’ (once esteemed) tiny
purple companions
There was a time, when the flood of tiny coloured flowers in the open forest (now known as noxious weeds), were esteemed blossoms. Beloved flowers imported by just a regular someone who wanted a flower garden in their new country.
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