The cows and sheep. They lined the street as the sun set on Violet Town. Reminiscent of a 21-gun salute. You felt the Spirit hover in this cute little nook of mound.
Beyond the town Rolly Hills surround. Making it a playground for many; The black-faced cuckooshrike sound!
Are there any other towns Of colour? Orange! Tweed Heads?! Can you name any more? Curious about how we name things And do their names prophetically claim their tread, galore?!
Another poem drafted on the drive through country towns.