― Edith Sitwell
Kathy Earsman
A MODERN AUSTRALIAN POET
A Final Toast By Judie Peet
To tracks I shall not walk
and trails I’ll never blaze,
to sun-kissed hues of far-off views
on which I’ll never gaze.
To birds I didn’t see,
and those I didn’t know,
to folk I guess I won’t impress
with bird lists I might show.
To trees I failed to save
and those that I have grown
to forests where I breathed the air
that Eden might have known.
To men I didn’t kiss
when I was young and shy,
to those I would now if I could —
to dreams I’ve let float by.
To those I might have helped
and good I might have done,
to happy tears and love-filled years,
gee whiz, I’ve had some fun.