gazette No 203 March 2021
Tasmanian Europa Poets Gazette No 203 March 2021 What's At The Bottom Of The Garden I now journey, where once when young I journeyed Out into a late sun-soaked afternoon Past springing shoots, which like youth Are straining hard for light and truth On, past an aged leaning garden shed Now so worn, with worm and rot Broken pots like broken dreams Some I have used and some just not At last, as the lowering day falls calm My forking path leans to the right Beside that lonely bramble patch, A flurrying gust leads on into the night Beyond that sharp stench of compost heap Where wasps grow fat on last year's crop There lies in wait, a new-mown plot I have often asked It waits for what? Jeremy Cleverley Poets And Painters’ Exhibition Judy Brumby-Lake and Joe Lake Artscape, Wynyard. ...
