Phil Brown -  journalist . writer . poet


Phil Brown

journalist . writer . poet

articles . books . poems

Poetry

by Phil Brown

 

The Hermit

Near my school
was a hill of red earth
where an old hermit lived.

We skirted it carefully
each afternoon
going to our homes.

He threw rocks
from a distance
and cursed us.

We laughed and went away singing.

The stones fell short at our backs,
and his curses
melted into tears.

by Phil Brown


... and more Poetry ...

Facebook


Phil Brown - Arts Editor - weekly columnist - writer

Read Phil ’s weekly
journalism at:

Brisbane News


Column Menu


Book with Speakers Ink


Read reviews


Copyright © Phil Brown