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blue tears in manalargenna country
warbling water
moving fast in a creek-bed journey
past the
weathered myrtles that look over tea tree stands
spiked with
pepper-trees on green carpets of moss
over the quartz
stoned bed on white sands in water
with creek walls
of green under small fern sentinels
and where
sassafras trees poke out amongst white trunks
the water calls
in colour a history of blue tears
with myrtle
leaves of all colours settled on the green carpet
and others in
the water’s journey along small rapids
until caught on
the walls of green moss where they gather
in the stillness
of silent life over the warbling water
with its song of
a history when people in its memory
celebrated the
water song in the high blue country
and on down to
low country at the feet of mountains
where the
stillness follows tea tree trails along a snaking creek
through the
criss-crosses of whitish trunks at water’s edge
letting water
speak in low tones as it passes over silent sands
until again its
journey speeds and water sings its colours
as reminders to
the wind’s lament of watery blue tears
yet birds are
still and the rocky quartz sings alone
as a vocal in
water’s song of warbling in a silent bed
while
pepper-trees show a reddish green under myrtle’s shimmer
of greenish
white and black colours in the wind’s icy sting
letting the
light string its way over rainbow rocks
and green with
white on the mossy furs of carpet floors
in tea tree
stands and rotting spars of trees now gone
while onwards
the warbling water in its snake creek journey
with spiritual
memories of a history and love for country
reminding those
who can hear its song in new worlds
to bring back
shared journeys on a land of blue tears.
Jim Everett |