Patrick Dennis

The Old Station

In the eighteen-nineties the government parcelled
the rough western foothills of the Drummond range -
ten thousand acres each to a family for success.

We now have gathered up six of these to scratch and toil.
Today on the one we call The Old Station
a few lacerations of rusted corrugated iron flapping from a timber frame,
two little railed in plots,
some mauve Bougainvillea not hard season can kill;
and over in the distance the broken stockyards
on the flat that stretches out and then dips away
to the hollow and the treelined hint of a creek
cohere in the ghost-nucleus of old bush life.

Submitted: Sunday, January 26, 2014
Edited: Monday, January 27, 2014
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