For Frank and Marian Scott
and a deeper silence
when the crickets
William Least Heat Moon, Blue Highways
In some celestial voice
If you choose not to decide
You still have made a choice
You can choose from phantom fears
and kindness that can kill
I will choose a path that’s clear
I will chose free will.
TO A TREE.
I want you tree
Firm and strong
Stand high and grow and blossom ever
With branches spread.
Giving shade and bed
To whom so ever needs a rest;
Limbs for birds who seek a nest,
And remember, tree, I want you never
To show distinction between the classes
Beneath you-monarchs, beggars, whoever passes.
Joan Draper, Cairns.
"ORIGINAL POEM." Cairns Post (Qld. : 1909-1954) 16 Aug 1940.
Brothers,I am glad to see so many of you and see you playing the old games. I shall not keep you long,but you have asked for my advice. Our way of life is gone. Your children must travel the white man’s roads.
foto – lane through Ballinger’s former caravan park left to ruin