Poem
Laurie Duggan
Blue Hills 32
Blue Hills 32
Blue Hills 32
Layered mountains:the nob of Ben Cruachan, sharper from the west,
blighted Mt Hump emergent for some distance.
Above Cheyne’s Bridge the road swings up Hickey Creek
towards a gap; bared rock diagonal
hard under McMillan\'s Lookout.
A dirt track
skips a cutting, follows a shoulder to the point of the ridge
a few steps from the road; lichen on half-buried stone,
purple flowers in clefts.
Campfire ash in a small clearing,
Big Flat below, where the Macalister erodes edges of pasture;
cattle on the open ground, sheep dotted in rising scrub.
At Licola the settlement is boxed in for two more months,
its general store closed mid-week.
No sound or movement here, save a chain-saw
somewhere across the oval.
© 1991, Laurie Duggan
From: The Home Paddock
Publisher: Noone\'s Press, Australia
From: The Home Paddock
Publisher: Noone\'s Press, Australia
September 1990
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Blue Hills 32
Layered mountains:the nob of Ben Cruachan, sharper from the west,
blighted Mt Hump emergent for some distance.
Above Cheyne’s Bridge the road swings up Hickey Creek
towards a gap; bared rock diagonal
hard under McMillan\'s Lookout.
A dirt track
skips a cutting, follows a shoulder to the point of the ridge
a few steps from the road; lichen on half-buried stone,
purple flowers in clefts.
Campfire ash in a small clearing,
Big Flat below, where the Macalister erodes edges of pasture;
cattle on the open ground, sheep dotted in rising scrub.
At Licola the settlement is boxed in for two more months,
its general store closed mid-week.
No sound or movement here, save a chain-saw
somewhere across the oval.
From: The Home Paddock
September 1990
Blue Hills 32
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