Poem: Streets of Our Town

isaac-the-duck-flying-low-over-desert-flowerThese are the streets of our town
Golden darkness at dusk
We await the storm
No shelter, rain riven
Rivulets run the gutters

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Cold freezing passage
Cleansing our lives
While darkness awaits
Fresh light sings
Gone are the battered wives

There are diamonds on Brisbane river
Diamonds floating free

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Rain falls once more
Seasons change, clouds come
Over gum tree silhouettes

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We march together along our streets, our town

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The sun does look good today
And let us hope

Butchers sharpen knives no more
Down and round
Battered streets of our town

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