Unliveable Old Farmstead Poem by james watkin

Unliveable Old Farmstead



Conscious in that awareness
The sight of it, alone
Wooded, weathered, but does appeal.
Rustic-drooped; authentically!
Save for whose blown in access
Peace therein would atone.
Dead settler's for a dead township!
Autumn-leaved; ghostily!

Tuesday, February 8, 2022
Topic(s) of this poem: farm,old,autumn
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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