Money For Tea Poem by Geoffrey Fafard

Fifty bucks too much
What your name
What the story
Did you do this one
Yeah, ok, Laura you did it
What waterhole,
What snake,
What dreaming
Who's footprints
What desert
When
What little girl-oh you!
Your footprints
Your memories
Your life
I buy this for a gift
A thank you
But a song is springing
It chants at me
The sticks ring
The desert in it sings
At me
Stuff it-sigh
I may have to keep it….
To remember
This old, old place
and
Her life and
These ancient people
Desert dreaming