Rock Fishing
High tide.
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and washed ashore
against the cliffs,
a mermaid
caught by her hair
trailing over rocks
sings night songs
to the full moon.
Tides lap beaches,
smacking soft kisses
on warm sands.
Secrets of the sea
pass through generations
of sea nymphs.
Oceans sigh and swell
in waves of rising memories
which fall to hidden currents
and legends of deep waters.
Mermaids laugh.
Silver moonlight flashes
on black green waters.
Curling tresses sweep rock faces:
soft, gentle, sultry songs,
linger, drawing
souls into the sea.
Sirens calling fishermen –
Who will catch whom?
The Cross by Nev Newman
It’s so nice tonight there are no clouds
And The Cross stands out so bright
The stars seem to be so close
On this beautiful summer’s night.
A gentle breeze drifts quietly by
There’s no clouds to spoil the view
How I love to gaze at the Southern Cross
It’s a symbol of our country true.
Our flag waves high upon its mast
And forever now may it be
With its love and pride we jubilate
For all the world to see.
We hold our future in our hands
And we’ll protect it at all cost
We won’t have any scars on our soil
Like the countries that have lost.
by Diane Simmonds
Mudgee Valley Writers
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