Victoria Gawler Poems

Pegging socks on the washing line
I watch the sheep
And wonder
Would I like to live such a simple life
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Every year the wind blows
The leaves fall and rustle
As gusts chase them, whirling
Across the road.
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Why does the sun shine so brightly
On a day so full of woe?
How can birds sing sweet and high
When all my thoughts are so low?
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Whatever I do,
I always feel,
I should be doing something else,
Writing a poem
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