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Killabakh: A Poem

Creative Work From Our Youth

Author: Lacey Hillman


Where the kookaburras laugh and the magpies roam, Killabakh is the place we call home. A small village 20 kilometres north of Wingham


Mountain side valleys, mountain view acreage, dams full of eels, cows grazing through soft grass.


A 10-kilometre dirt drive through foggy hazy paddocks or a golden lush afternoon looking at all the sites. A pig or two at 102, a sheep or three and a cup of tea at and a cow named Killabakh.


The dairy farmers round the bend, and the worm farmers over the hedge. Goonook rests on the lush green trees with lantana growing around with ease.


Breezes knocking trees, fires bringing concern, floods causing havoc, our local fire brigade has your back with one call they will work together as one. Fixing fences, sweeping the roads, herding your cows to where they need to be or even just a hand with your hedging.


Arts and crafts at Killabakh hall yoga class, tennis, and a produce stall.


 A community that is welcoming and open hearted, filled with kind neighbours or as some would say, Killabkians living their best life.


THE KILLABAKH WAY!


Lacey Hillman



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