Mary Stephenson Ellams
Blue Gums - Poem by Mary Stephenson Ellams
On their long, slim, silver stems
The plumes of the blue gum sway,
Each feather a lancet leaf,
Each proud plume green blue grey.
The pale trunks like white wands
As they sway their plumes on high;
The plumes like puffs of smoke
Against the clear blue sky.
Each bows to the whispering wind
And flutters and ripples aloft;
The blood in each red vein gleams
As the spear in the sun is caught.
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