The Hunters Moon <\/b><\/p>\n
I am a hunter seeking my prey<\/p>\n
Which remains hidden<\/p>\n
In the false green sounds of the forest<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
I hunt from memory<\/p>\n
Which is all I possess<\/p>\n
At this late stage of my life<\/p>\n
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You watch my theatre and as I emerge<\/p>\n
Into the low hung mists<\/p>\n
You remind me that my seduction is complete<\/p>\n
JT 1931<\/i><\/p>\n
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Autumn Evening <\/b><\/p>\n
The pink and mild blue white clouds<\/p>\n
Hid your majesty<\/p>\n
As a small child on a dark bicycle<\/p>\n
Passed me without a murmur<\/p>\n
In time we will both vanish<\/p>\n
Without protest<\/p>\n
Into your fine mottled night<\/p>\n
JT 1931<\/i><\/p>\n
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The Australia Tree <\/b><\/p>\n
One of my favourite flowering trees is called the Christmas Tree. This tree can grow to heights exceeding twenty feet and improbably belongs to the mistletoe family. The tree requires the roots of another tree or a nearby plant to attach its own roots so that it may be sustained. It displays its brilliant tubular flowers during the Christmas period and this gives the tree its festive name.<\/p>\n
I frequently sit in the shade of these trees and write my poetry. It is a world away from my Scottish home but the heathlands of Western Australia can still inspire my words.<\/p>\n
JT 1935-36 (Western Australia)<\/i><\/p>\n
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Wildflowers of the West <\/b><\/p>\n
Sweet maiden please do guess at my misfortune<\/p>\n
For as I sit here<\/p>\n
In the devils furnace thinking of you<\/p>\n
The temptations of his lands<\/p>\n
Inspire my forgetfulness<\/p>\n
JT 1935-36 (Western Australia)<\/i><\/p>\n
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Late Rembrandt<\/b><\/p>\n
Stranger, do not seek my person<\/p>\n
Just look at my many portraits<\/p>\n
For they are the only truth<\/p>\n
As only lies exist elsewhere<\/p>\n
JT 1959 (Hull)<\/i><\/p>\n
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