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- Campfire
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- Around the warming fire we sit,
- Faces inward turned/
- Reflecting in the flickering light
- Thoughts of hardship learned.
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- Safe in circle's inner glow
- Still common fears prevail;
- Yet bigger, stronger forms of self
- Are cast by firelight pale.
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- Dark shadows rest on bushland near
- But wider still they stain:
- Uneasy blots on virgin land
- The ugly mark of man.
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- Jim Wallace 22/3/96
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