Each dewdrop hangs suspended
from the finest silken thread--
A frosty scene constructed
on the window of my shed.
It would seem that Mrs Spider
might go hungry all this day
for the Winter chill of night time
told the flies they shouldn't play.
Still there is some compensation
in the beauty to behold--
the artistic pattern fashioned
is pure photographic gold.
The symmetry is perfect
in the droplets all aligned
for a fleeting camera moment
that Mother Nature signed.
by Kevin Pye
Friends of the Bush
The bellbirds are singing in the glen
Where the fern and wattle trees grow
The water is trickling slowly by
Reflecting the sun’s bright glow.
A gentle breeze drifts through the fern
And makes the spider’s web quiver
The ducks are searching for their food
While they are swimming in the river.
The cunning eagle glides on high
And surveys all his domain
The bluetongue scrambles to his hole
Where he knows he’ll be safe again.
The day is warm but the breeze is cool
And the magpie’s warble their song
Old man dingo goes trotting by
But the scrub hen just carries on.
Daylight fades as evening calls
And the stars begin to glow
The night birds stir from their nest
And the wombats come up from below.
A koala is calling to his mate
From the treetops far away
The kookaburras laugh now slowly fades
As it’s the close of another day
by Nev Newman
Mudgee Valley Writers
The club members meet each month. The meetings are held in the Club Mudgee, first floor in room 2. On the second Tuesday of the moth at 12pm to 3pm. For more information please email email@example.com. All are welcome.