A Poem For Sunday

May 6 2012 @ 2:11pm

From “The Dream of Wearing Shorts Forever” by Les Murray:

To go home and wear shorts forever
in the enormous paddocks, in that warm climate,
adding a sweater when winter soaks the grass, 

to camp out along the river bends
for good, wearing shorts, with a pocketknife,
a fishing line and matches, 

or there where the hills are all down, below the plain,
to sit around in shorts at evening
on the plank verandah — 

If the cardinal points of costume
are Robes, Tat, Rig and Scunge,
where are shorts in this compass? 

Continued here.