Kids let their hands move freely
trying to find a four leaf clover
Roses wait with thorns sharp like daggers
the smell of rich perfume
Tall proud gum trees stand either side of the house
the house with the tin roof as grey as the pictures inside
Blue and solemn olive trees stand limp, waiting to be picked
still like the black, inky statue in the front yard
A white, wired fence blocks strangers from stumbling through
although the latch is as strong as a twig
Henry’s cottage is a place to call home
though thou shall need to dig deep through shrub
to find it in Leeton town
Pic from The Irrigator
