Comments about Paul Isaac
The Gum Tree
The boy lies back on crackling grass
And gazes at the old gum's grasping arms.
Shadows, leaves, birds, a gurgling creek -
Beyond it all the ancient bush that soon will yield
To the suburb's stealthy sprawl.
What takes root in the young child's mind is this:
The clouds above the gum are spinning by
Like ghosts of children gone before.
How can it be?
Where do they go, these ghosts, and why?
Surely this solid earth beneath his back can't move …
But it ...