Poem By David Keig

Wattle wattle everywhere
Wattle we do next wattle
Yellow life exploding out from each coarse stem
Joyful for a few short weeks
A few short weeks and then
Scrub wattle dry wattle
Until spring comes again.

Comments about Wattle

Wattle it be mate, a beer or wine, a nice little poem, i'll have to look next time i'm in the forrest for a wattle do i have to club it Regard's AJS

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