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drifting sound and honey scent rotting pine stump boot marks in the clay ...breathe the air... the incense in the air the white flowered manuka

fading laugh dusty roads and summer hay diesel traction smell of sheepshed wool whistle... take the dogs and climb the hill ...rest in the shade... from the sunhazed heat beneath the white flowered manuka

coloured clouds cool night air and autumn growth broken fenceline chewing brown-eyed cow ...listen to the wind... to the rustle of the wind thru the white flowered manuka

days of rain waiting nights of sheltered dark sun far distant thinking of the spring ...shelter from the storm.. from the gusting of the squall behind the seed scrub manuka

bleat of lamb morning shower and clean fresh air sun returning bootdeep wet new grass ...watch the growth... the rebirth of the earth and budded flowering manuka

but now my time has gone so lie with me and watch the years drift past my sightless eyes ...recall the summer sound... the rustle of the wind thru the white-flowered manuka

for Geof died ~1962     1962nev2014