On Judith,

"My days burn with the Sun
My nights with moon and the star"
She wrote once, in her ways Australian
Soon after she held Meredith,
Her soil she probably had found in her ribs,
Her country she wrote in undying lyrics,
Claiming how she took in all living things
The flame-tree, the  motherly spirit,

She held fruits of her toils,
And prayed her great grandma's voice,
Till she held it all.

( Note: tribute to Judith Wright, the poet)


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