A community of gums

Like a bridge, you hold this land.
Visible scars connecting the past to the present.

A community of gums on the hill,
Overlooking new comers- trees and buildings and people.
A busy community yourself, a hub for many,
Diverse tracks laid up and down your trunk,
telling different stories of just your grand sturdy life.

I see you and your family, quiet observers amongst the bustle,
and am grateful for your anchor in this place.


74 Dudley Street West Melbourne

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