I will go to Kouranga
perhaps for the last time,
to look out over the trees,
the lawns, the hills, the water.
Perhaps for the last time
I'll sit with my friends
in this house they made,
to look out over the trees
from their wide veranda. Perhaps
we'll see the wallabies feeding.
The lawns, the hills, the water
and the gardens, all flowering now,
remain certain: an oasis I carry within.
(My friends are moving soon.)
(My friends are moving soon.)
Linked to Poets United's Poetry Pantry #333
