The Last of the Wattle

below eucalypts
butcherbird plucks out a hymn
bush cemetery

the wattle lingered
late that August year you left
winter’s long goodnight

sheath of wattle on an old book

bannockburn cemetery

© 2017 Melinda J. Irvine

Bush Poetry, Family, Haiku, Little Poems, Poetry , , ,

Written by Melinda J. Irvine

Melinda J. Irvine is a professional writer, small business owner, and daily blogger — helping real people like you find their voice and share their burning message with the world (and their employees). In her spare time, Mel is busy building (and writing) a free online learning centre for the marginalised kids of Estancia, Philippines.

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