Country Christmas Morning
- jeffpoet
- Sep 29
- 1 min read
Country Christmas Morning
Three trees on the broken hill's face
bare now for brown and rock
the road that winds out in ungraded
heat from half past five
silence on the wire fence-line
sheep that shelter in each other's shade
pool after pool
filled with the tricks of eye and light
a slow church bell for early Mass
like gunshot down the ranges
the small crush and crowd
of six or seven dust-baked farm cars
crows that chorus from a gravel gradient
- always the same for any birth.
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