This is Australia my home,
where beast and human freely roam,
where termite mounds have stood for years
and country pubs serve ice cold beers.
Category: poetry reading
EACH BENCH, Poetry by PV Harrington
Stephen Hercules Shaw
Much loved, much missed
Born the same year as you.
I rest on the bench
your mother bought
your brother bought,
your friends bought
to remember
and let imagine.
WILDsound Festival 