We were always mucking about
with the unmentionables,
trudging through the snow.
Winter closing around the heat
concocted by what our desires shared.
It wasn’t highbrow anymore
as we learnt to grind and crank
bodies, our saving grace, the fires
of hell these days reserved
for the faint of heart and feckless.
foto – boots in old butter factory bellingen
“No pessimist ever discovered the secrets of the stars, or sailed to an uncharted land, or opened a new heaven to the human spirit.”
foto – bateman’s bay nsw march 2010
Strong and unafraid, it’s the fishing she loves,
the family eventually together, safe sleeping in beds
in a house near the water. She’s proud to be
her mother’s helper and longs for new wings to
to free her from swings, to fly high, to plunge
into the bay to find mermaids to play with forever.
foto – my bed alone in bilambil cottage 2006 march above the valley and the coral sea
Shannon Georgia Schaubroeck, USA
THE END OF SUMMER
The summer days are fading, as they must
From endless hours to short and fleeting light
The bird’s once bright, immortal tune, now cries
A melancholy aura to the dusk
The children fiercely climb, and dream, and race
Before their wild and unchained days depart
foto – cousins in bundagen 2010
Cantering, cantering over the
I rode my horse by the old
Cantering, cantering, up the
Over the fields and back
My horse and I ride home to
While the big red sun sinks
in the west,
I go inside to my soft white
And then I lay down my
Original poem by Argus Eye. SANDRA YOUNG aged 8 Kew,
The Argus (Melbourne). Friday 13 August 1954.
foto – raleigh 2010
Spring stars glitter in the freezing sky,
Trees on watch are armoured with frost.
In the dark tarn of a mirror a face appears.
Time is moving through displacements.
Hungrily the blind earthworm burrows
Deeper into its night. Surely
Heaven must ache with all its vacancies.
A dog’s howl is thrown up like a rope-trick.
It is an hour for prayer without words.
McAuley, James, 1917-1976.
foto – front paddock raleigh winter june 2010
Refers to a star. — Chambers.
Evening colours linger on mountain paths.
Out beyond this study perched over River Gate,
At the cliff’s edge, frail clouds stay
All night. Among waves, a lone, shuddering
Du Fu: 712-770
foto –the dorrigo ranges from raleigh nsw