Tasmanian Words: On South Molle Island
In this 10-line poem Honour paints an appealing portrait of a place of quiet.
Quiet. The stillness all enfolding.
Quiet. Still. Silent.
Listen to the sound
of the wind in the trees,
the waves on the shore,
the grass on the hill;
Water trickling between the rocks;
Listen to the birds;
Listen to the sounds
In the quietness, when all is still.
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