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C J Dennis - Green Walls
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I love all gum-trees well.  But, best of all,
I love the tough old warriors that tower
About these lawns, to make a great green wall
And guard, like sentries, this exotic bower
Of shrub and fern and flower.
These are my land`s own sons, lean, straight and tall,
Where crimson parrots and grey gang-gangs call
Thro` many a sunlit hour.

My friends, these grave old veterans, scarred and stem,
Changeless throughout the changing seasons they.
But at their knees their tall sons lift and yearn -
Slim spars and saplings - prone to sport and sway
Like carefree boys at play;
Waxing in beauty when their young locks turn
To crimson, and, like beaconfires burn
To deck Spring`s holiday.

I think of Anzacs when the dusk comes down
Upon the gums - of Anzacs tough and tall.
Guarding this gateway, Diggers strong and brown.
And when, thro` Winter`s thunderings, sounds their call,
Like Anzacs, too, they fall…
Their ranks grow thin upon the hill`s high crown:
My sentinels! But, where those ramparts frown,
Their stout sons mend the wall.
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