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Saxby Pridmore: Two Poems

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Mar 01 2013

1 mins

Alice Springs

Flat red land with sparse dry grass

the occasional green stubby bush

and the MacDonnell Ranges like a Berlin wall.

It is hot and there are no clouds just sun.

It is dry and the river is a river-bed

wide, shallow, sand and rocks. Quiet.

Some birds fly, not many. Sea gulls strut in public parks

but there is no sea for a thousand miles.

You can’t stay now, but this is where you want your ashes strewn.

Saxby Pridmore

A Boy from School

I remember the face

Of a boy from school

Who was lost in the bush and never found.

I always see him crying for his mother.

But he’s ahead now

His dying is behind him.

Saxby Pridmore

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