Two green men sway with delight 

Gripping the ground with all their might

Outstretched arms flap and flay

Like a gaggle of kids let out to play
 

Two tall men as straight as a die

Lean in to whisper

A joke so good

It will make them cry
 

With stringy backs arched

They let out a roar

Trying their best

Not to fall to the floor

Two green heads shake out the laughter

Take a long sigh

Regain their composure
 

Long green fingers gently wriggle

The sun disappears

The men still giggle
 

They’ve always been close

These two green men

Friends from the start

Destined never to part

Now they stand perfectly still

Waiting with patience

For the next gust of thrill.
 

(Epilogue)

Two dead men, a hundred years on

Fingers gone

Branches broken

No rustle of leaves or flapping of bark

Just occasional groans

Softly spoken

The men are at peace

They’re in the long wait

To return to dust

They must

That’s their fate.

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Peter Edward Choraziak is a former advertising creative director and festival director. He lives off-grid in the high country of Tasmania overlooking Arthurs Lake. Always a bushie at heart, the Tasmanian landscape has inspired him to fulfill his desire to be a writer when he grows up! Peter’s interests include all things creative; all things outdoor, sustainable, and delicious; world affairs; and above all, family. Peter writes poetry and short stories and is publishing his first novel in late 2025.