NLA Australian Newspapers - article display: "JACARANDAS.
A dusty road through a parched land
winding,
In the heat and glare of November's sun,
A low-built house In the hot light lazing,
A gardenless house, with blind eyes gazing.
But Jacarandas in front are raising
Lavender wealth of their laden boughs.
And every moment, softly as sighing,
Slowly a blossom drops to the ground,
Weaving a regal carpet round,
The fair, spent blooms on the brown earth
lying
(Loveliness, beautiful even In dying),
Seem like a mirror held to the boughs.
A burning road in the fierce sun glaring.
And the iron roofs of the nearby town.
Dust in the air, and a hot wind blowing,
But Jacarandas in front are growing.
Lavender bells 'gainst the blue sky showing,
Lavender petals drifting down!
MARY LISLE. |"
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