Boab tree
By Grannyrosie
BOAB TREE As if, rows of drunken bottles, Keeling, ungainly Boab trees. Fingering branches reaching out at random, None but yourself to please. Perhaps, matronly sentinels overseeing, Activity occurring in your domain? Even, overstuffed bloated gentlemen, Caught napping in the rain. Standing pompously in your sandy bed, Feet tucked down fast and tight. Surrounded by hard grass and spinifex. Representing imaginings delight. Monitor lizards use you as refuge, Wee geckos scuttle at your base. Dainty wrens feast within your foliage. Shade you cast, weary embrace. Colours of your bushland isolation, Red, yellow, orange, brown, of every hue, Emphasise this remarkable fete of nature, Boab, uniquely, beautifully, you. Written December 25th, 2001 © on Dec 25 2001 02:37 PM PST, Patricia Rosenberg 0 • 10
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