Les Littleford Poems

Sometimes the frostbite still tingles
And the memory clicks into gear
After 44 years I still hear the shadowy scream
As Simon flew batlike over my head
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A new baby
No
More than a new baby
A special bundle of genetic miracles
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Dare you compare it to a country walk?
Dismissed by some a sadly wasted day,
But this of course is ill informed, the talk
Of those ne’er to have shared the joy of play,
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Moss, trillions of microscopic leaves,
Carpets rocks and leaves
In the sheltered depths of snake gully.
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I sat, tense, with increasing horror,
and my mind returned to
my childhood days in the church choir
when, every Sunday,
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On million dollar land
overlooking Coogee Bay
lie hundreds of graves.
Memorials to cardinals, sailors, politicians
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It has been seasonal - our separation-
The rare dark days of discontent
Sent scurrying like Spring clouds
With the sure knowledge of summer to follow
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I knew the plot.
I had read it
studied it
taught it.
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From the river it peaks at you,
peering around the modern, practical, concrete highway.
But from the Gorge
its arches form the perfect backdrop.
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From the Northern slopes of Ben Lomond
the South Esk flows
south
west
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