The free range children run through endless gardens in bloom
Into forests filled with the original native song book
You explained but I did not understand the cruel absurdity of possum traps
The gold sand beaches remain to this day frozen in the hour glass catacombs of my mind
I still marvel at the giant footprints of my parents in the sand next to mine
I will never feel as warm and safe in all my life.
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