To the Coming of Autumn in Ballina
The west wind blows the wet away and sings you in, soft Autumn. So, hum your Southern strains on murmured …
The west wind blows the wet away and sings you in, soft Autumn. So, hum your Southern strains on murmured …
There’s a history of silence full of secrets and of lies and there’s few left now to tell it and …
Silvery spinifex shake and shiver startled by the winds soft sigh. The night is hushed and quiet, a big mob …