Monday, January 10, 2011

Bruny Island Poem


Passing down gently winding roads.


The tracks of Bruny Island.

Passing by an ancient windmill.

A gnarled eucalyptus tree.

An Island of rustic beauty.

Anchored in the Southern Ocean.
The Island life for me.
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