Lavender & pink bunches on window sill above the sink.
 
Frangipani flowers serenading & courting from the window below.
Jacaranda bloom bashfully away in Grafton.
 
Sunflowers giant sun dials seeding thoughts,
Standing fields like solar panels facing the sun.
Cotton country spreading it floss across Gunnedah plains & hills.
 
Wattle in the wind its August sun, snow!
The glow around the hills fill your dreams.
It’s a symbol of sacrifice.
 
Cotton candy gums blowing in the breeze don’t sneeze. 
Follow those scribbly lines up towards the sun & canopy.
Gentle summer flowers bringing the bees.
 
Down below the waratahs while away the hours.
They are the heartiest of flower,
No fragrance, but petals or stems of red from an ox heart bled.
 
Tulip time, I’m in Bowral bound.
This is the town every colour can be found.
Winters bulbs explode forth from the dirt,
Plying green leafs painting with colours of the rainbow.
 
Rose are red their fragrance the best,
From histories core the stem exudes life.
 
 
Colin July 2007



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