Windy Gap

The Weekend Australian - Review - - Feature -

And so I sing this song of praise For trav­el­ling sheep and blow­ing days. from Hard­en­ing of the Light: Se­lected Po­ems of David Camp­bell As I was go­ing through Windy Gap A hawk and a cloud hung over the map. The land lay bare and the wind blew loud And the hawk cried out from the heart of the cloud. ‘‘ Be­fore I fold my wings in sleep I’ll pick the bones of your trav­el­ling sheep, ‘‘ For the leaves blow back and the win­try sun Shows the tree’s white skele­ton.’’ A mag­pie sat in the tree’s high top Singing a song on Windy Gap That streamed far down to the plain be­low Like a shaft of light from a high win­dow. From the bend­ing tree he sang aloud, And the sun shone out of the heart of the cloud And it seemed to me as we trav­elled through That my sheep were the notes that the trum­pet blew.

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