Elizabeth Station

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This morning the smell of wet sheep shit is in the air. A few crows are having breakfast on McDonald's as usual. The same faces are waiting for the train.  There is a little mist rising from the creek.  But the sheep have come close by the fence, wet and smelling.

How lucky are we... in the middle of the city and yet waiting for the morning express by a paddock full of sheep? Smell of the country- wet sheep. A real creek with water birds. You can look to the west a moment and be at home. 

The sheep live on the edge of an air force base, and the creek has collected the city's clutter, but here in the green and the wet waste paper, life is thriving, frogs are burbling. And the sheep show the gentle plodding side of life.

All of life is compromised. We will always he on the way to somewhere, caught between city clutter and a hope of something better. The poet said we would one day "recognise the place where we had started for the first time."  Sometimes there are glimpses... we are already here!