The goat jumps the fence
Shiny line in the distance
The sound of sand under hoof
Page of poetry to proof
A protest, manifesto
Time long gone and time to go
Open the door to good news
Pull on boots, not shoes
Room for imagination
A careful incantation
The sun runs its winter course
Over and behind the house
Clear view of the stars
The moon disappears
In a purple cloud, mother
Knows about windy weather
There are many emotions
And each call for devotion
Room with windows either side
For the rain to slide
Bush curlew crying
For the resting and dying
A puzzle, how to solve it
Or to hold what doesn’t fit
Room for the shadow and stain
A room swept and aired again
Can I measure up?
First light on the steps, I stop
By needlewood and mint bush
A roo comes to drink and wash
There are two right responses
Not at all and maybe yes
Room for rock and roll
Room for country soul
