© Anita Reed
The green, treed hills doze in the sun
Dreaming of time since their birth.
When lines of black people through valleys would tread
In softness of leaves on the earth.
The green, green hills half awake in the day
Watching the scurrying ants.
The people who whiz around in their cars
Till the hills return to their trance.
© Anita Reed (2004)
I really can’t stand football when watched in overdose,
When football and the media seem to live in symbiosis,
When all you see on T.V. are very muscly players
Striving against each other to see who are the stayers.
But in the end there’s a winner,
The Shears in the Tree © Anita Reed
Awarded Highly Commended in The Grenfell Henry Lawson Festival of Arts Festival 2004 for a poem by an author who had not previously won a prize.
Near a little bush town as you travel the land
Is a sight to perplex,
North Pine Bush Poets respectfully acknowledge the Jinibara, Kabi Kabi and Yuggera people as the traditional custodians of the lands where we meet.