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

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

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 mvw.nsw@gmail.com. All are welcome.

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