Triangular Walk: Lerderderg River, Farmland, Avenue of Honour
1. The young tall trees and mature bushes
sway and brush against one another
fling like flames to the wind's bellows.
Even the newly-planted, steadied
by plastic sheaths and stakes
twist and shake, apparently delighted
at being whisked about so briskly
by a foreign power, faceless, fun-loving.
2. While I plod
equal to air's push
determined to complete
one thousand steps.
3. Leafless, the memorial elms
stand stiffly to attention, rigid
in ridged bark armour, faithful
to their reason for being.
Only at their flimsier edges
does the wind call forth
signs of life: slight shivers.
4. Blue wrens.
A roaming dog.
Pickers in fluoro.
A pair of magpies.