Spring brought its palette
Look at the canola fields
With their fringe of white almond trees
Like poached eggs on a plate
The scrumptious pale green of the willows
Bathing their boughs like bashful youngsters
Along the canals
The pink blooms of the peach tree
Hovering over the purple iris
Against the bleak concrete
The green paddocks turning
The landscape into a parkland
The glorious wattles lining the driveway
The white blossoms of the old pear trees
In the orchard legacy of a former time
Oh to take it all in
Before it disappears.
Lucette C. Bailliet
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