Bryan Sefton : Writing

Mountains

Mountains

A Poem by Bryan Sefton


The world for which we strain.
The prisoners

The prisoners

A Poem by Bryan Sefton


A child in a sculptures world.
Holiday postcard.

Holiday postcard.

A Poem by Bryan Sefton


I met a woman in a burned out land She had a frog clutched in her hand 'What's that? ' I asked. I heard her say 'Its my families food for the day' ..
Goyathlay and The boy reader

Goyathlay and The boy reader

A Poem by Bryan Sefton


About Geronimo, the Aphache Indian
The postman doesn't call here.

The postman doesn't call here.

A Poem by Bryan Sefton


The postman doesn't call here anymore No letters received and none to send The letterbox, once a friend with lots to say Stands quiet and dumb, clo..
The darts match

The darts match

A Poem by Bryan Sefton


First aid for a throwing arm
Farewell auld Sam

Farewell auld Sam

A Poem by Bryan Sefton


A graveside farewell.
Elizabeth's mind

Elizabeth's mind

A Poem by Bryan Sefton


A child's heaven
Well done and thank you.  (A thank you in times of crisis)

Well done and thank you. (A thank you in times of..

A Poem by Bryan Sefton


Gratitude to a nation of helpers, and disgust at selfishness of a few.

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