Monday, 23 January 2012

good morning new year

out my winter window in the morning
all bundled up in feathers I see my favourite mountain
I see a face that looks up to the sky
and three horses lined up beside
there's not so much snow this year
so my horses are looking a little lean from the snow rounded flanks I've known.

every place tells a story
as the aboriginals of my home will tell
what's the songline of this place?
the old local's probably knew

I think I'll make my own up
just like my own new year
some fresh snow
a fresh story

What's your story?
As you look in 
As you look out
what would you see . . .

Happy New Year

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