Today, I have read more than half of our text Remembering Babylon. It seems to be a story about being torn between 2 cultures, sort of an Aussie version of Dances With Wolves. We could call it dances with dingoes.
I also unearthed a couple more of David Malouf’s books, including his autobiography 12 Edmondstone Street. So there’s plenty of reading ahead, but I’m sure to know him a lot better by the end of it.
I also found a book of Patrick White’s short stories, so I’ll be reading that after the one in our workbook. They say his writings are very involved. It’s called The Cockatoos, no puns intended LOL.
In conclusion, I will finish the work I did on Judith Wright and wattles by including a poem I wrote. It was much less involved than hers, of course.
I see you in the morning
Your cold blue winter leaves
Your blooms of golden fluff
Give me courage to start the day
You shine like the sun
And your sweet perfume
Hangs in the frosty air