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Australian bush poetry, australian formal poetry, Farkleberry tree, poem, poetry, Sparkleberry tree, Vaccinium arboreum
One Summer’s day, his love and he,
Beneath the Farkleberry tree,
Gazed through the leaves unto the sky,
And swore their love would never die.
But then a cloud obscured the blue;
The rain poured down and soaked them through.
The lightning flashed and thunder rolled
And both now shivered with the cold.
Then came a fierce and mighty crack β
A fiery bolt shot from the black
And threatening sky; it struck the tree
Before the couple home could flee.
Now there beneath a blackened stump,
A mound of earth, a mournful hump
Is marked to show the lovers’ bed.
(They buried them, for they were dead).
The moral of this fateful tale?
Should you be caught out in gale;
If high above the dark clouds form
And herald an approaching storm,
And with your love you wish to cower
Beneath a green and leafy bower,
Most people with some sense agree:
Donβt choose a Farkleberry tree.