‘In bleak Toowoomba gardens, swept of flowers,
By cold west winds and withering with drought,
The wattles’ grey-green leaves show burnishing
Of buds a-burgeoning to radiant bloom;
And in a few brief days the largesse of gold
For every hand to gather, will be thrown
Into the chilly lap of winter days.’
(Margaret Curran)
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