by FRED DUNCAN Gently, he was lowered on an autumn afternoon, Sun shining through the eucalypts, scent freed from their leaves, We laid flowers on Peter’s coffin, Croft played a Dylan tune, The harmonica wrung memories – tears wiped away…
by FRED DUNCAN The roar of flames in eucalypts, the fire-storm glare: A child runs through the sparks that shower the forest trails, She knows them well and stumbles in the choking smoke to where A wombat’s dug a burrow,…
by FRED DUNCAN Thunder reverberates beneath the overhang – Escarpment country, beyond the coastal plains; A band of people shelter, where Mimis danced and sang, Long they’ve gone, but their spirit still remains; Ochre traces on the sandstone tell how…
Fred Duncan is a botanist/ecologist, who has worked throughout Australia – since 1977 in Tasmania. He values the bush and is active in conservation campaigns. He has a strong interest in Gondwanic connections of Tasmanian and Patagonian landscapes and flora,…
