Lines Written After A Dream

Events of the day still keeping me from sleep What secret does the silent forest keep? And still the voice is ringing in my ear And ghost of Sherbrooke forest I still hear. As I reached halfway down the forest path I heard a voice distinct from feral cat A distress sound not unlike human moan In depth of forest and from source unknown. I formed mental picture of Aborigine In undergrowth stretched by a gray gum tree Dying in the forest gunned down mercilessly The life blood from a chest wound trickling free. And a white fellow with hand gun in his hand Near by the body of the dying man stand And then he walk off and leave his victim there to die In forest undergrowth neath darkening sky. And then I awoke to find it all a dream And in the World of subconscious I'd been I boiled the kettle and made a cup of tea And pondered on what my inner self did see.