Copyright all Text and Images J.A. Hindle 2008
Illustrations by Rachel Errington.
Old drove roads run west,
skirt the green mounds,
side step the idling,
sweet breath of the spring.
Under the flanks of a hoof run sky,
over the straddling crown,
the plains roll on, perennial, sun drunk
while cattle's low memory
runs through the flowers.
Thistles grow on these Southern banks too
and I walk alone among the old droves roads
and ghosts of a people displaced.