State: SA

Country: AUstralia

Buffalo Grass We took it in turns being Indians    on the Great Plains of Bickford St,    Richmond, South Australia Ironically the Front Lawn was Buffalo grass. Sharp as dad's shears summer evenings baretopped or singletted we whooped across prairies on imaginary mustangs. through the heart with a Winchester, we died tragically, instantaneously, bloodlessly. And resuscitated in the prescribed twenty seconds. Later, lacerated torsos itchied in the bathwater. dad's pennance to genuflect and tame the prolific edges with superannuated sheep shears. He civilized the prairie by pushmower, sweating summer salt while we perfected our own somersault. The buffalo grass an organic tumbling mat to add spring to cartwheels -Keep to the middle- ! rock edging circling like the sharks we feared at West Beach Later, the Early Settler bought a Robin-Hood-green electric rollermower with Webb written on the side in flowing red and gold cursive. And summer holidays stretched ahead infinitely as the shepherd's delight sundown over the shoestore on Marion Road. Copyright © Rob Walker 2000

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