Lindsay Smith Poems

Don't mind the mind,

mine is empty much of the time.
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to a dandy lion
the rosy race no long supreme goes off
so little slight admirings become
polished blackened imagined gladiators
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around these clay creased basins
trees lie white & weathered
alive they roar like surf
& in the hearth crackle
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In 1975 my wife & daughter of 2 years & I went to Mt Hagen, Papua New Guinea. Locals in that area only saw their first European after WW2. We'd met Andrew Kei, in Port Morseby @ the Government accommodation.

We invited Andrew to bring his family for a meal soon after we arrived. He brought his wife & his mother to our place. His wife spoke English but his mother only spoke the local language.
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Sunday mid morning we put some food in the car & were about to leave & my wife reminded me that we were to take the skinny stray puppy with us. Kimbe 1976 on the Island of West New Britain. Our back fence was the jungle & the skinny runt had appeared out of the jungle a few
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In 2002 I was in Paris for a couple of days. My wife & daughter let me loose. They wanted to look at shops & so I left early at dawn to walk around a have a look at that great city.
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