Tuesday, May 1, 2012


                     Brenda Bryant



Far from the blistering desert
With its orange soil on show,
By a river in Tasmania
See this Autumn foliage grow.
Here the air is misty,
The vegetation green,
Dusty devastation
Is very rarely seen.
And yet the colour matches
The desert's coppery tone
As though the desert's palette
Had been welcomed as its own.


He'd told those really whopping lies,
Got himself a great disguise,
Forged a passport, all that stuff.
But still, it seemed it was not enough!
He need not have bothered, sad to say!
No-one even glanced his way!


Black Jack's Carol said...

Your second poem drew a "Yikes!" from me :) The first photo is really worth clicking on. It needs to be seen large view to fully appreciate. I can see how it inspired your poem.

Anonymous said...

Love your first picture! Very beautiful!!

EG CameraGirl said...

The orange foliage is gorgeous!

Ann, Chen Jie Xue 陈洁雪 said...

The trees are turn red now too in Auckland.

Margaret Gosden said...

Love your autumnal photo and the rime - would like to see more Tasmania photos that inspire a poem!

Melbourne Australia Photos said...

Lovely poem and certainly in keeping with our Autumn weather. It's a cold, dark and wet morning here in Melbourne!