AND SO IT GOES

My family scattered the ashes of our parents beneath Xanthorrhoea trees in the Glasshouse Mountains National Park in Queensland.  This was an area where they lived for a time and they  both loved it.  The views of the other Glasshouse Mountains and back to the coast are magnificent. When my time comes, I hope my siblings will put my ashes there as well - along with the ashes of my furbies.  The peacefulness is divine and one is serenaded by bird songs.  I am quite sure that our Ancient ones thought exactly the same, and I am sure they don't mind in the least sharing.

 AND SO IT GOES ... Maureen Clifford ©  The #ScribblyBarkPoet

Feast your eye on the vision splendid

 of green grass, lush and soft.

Acres and acres of it - where

sheep and deer graze together

in utter contentment and serenity.

 Small lambs frisk and play.

A willy- willy meanders across the paddock,

 then falls to ground in a puff of red dust

 and a scatter of dry leaves and grasses.

 

Smell the breath of roses – faint,

 and the stronger scent of wattle.

The ironbark and yellow box are in full bloom.

Observe the native bee busy collecting nectar

 from the red flower of the prickly pear,

whose sharp spines worry him not at all.

 

Beneath a blue sky festooned with white clouds

 a Kestrel hangs, seemingly suspended 

 wind- hovering, drifting on the currents

 and thermals – Natures smallest raptor

Hear her 'Klee Klee' call – short and sharp –

 but no Jack answers her as she searches for food.

 

And as you sit, amidst the red termite mounds,

and xanthorrheas – wondering

about the granite boulders that are scattered

across this place like a giants marbles -

do you sense the soul of suffering

 other stone dreamers – the ancient ones,

who perhaps also sat in this same place

eons ago?