And one on the ground. Can you see him?

There's Mum and Dad and all the kids too,

Aunties and uncles and goodness know who.

Is it Dad on the left and Mum on the right,

Or her in the middle jammed in tight?

But hen who id Dad? What there's more than one!

This liberated family sure has fun.

Well, Mum's a cool chick, she's got nothing to hide.

It's natural for her to have a bit on the side.

It's all in the family, the way things are,

But a visit to the neighbours is going too far.

There's no in-breeding, the young take flight

Across the paddock to others in sight,

But this doesn't happen to the spring, you see,

They stay at home where the tucker is free.

Yeah, nine white-winged coughs sitting on a limb,

And one on the ground. Can you see him?

There's Mum and Dad and all the kids too,

Aunties and uncles and goodness knows who.

by Ross Kurtz

We bowled back the door

in winter's face,

scaled down from the cave,

sun strengthened.

The gurgling in the crevice

rose to a roar in a capsule

as my head cleared the rock

ledge that let in my lips,

drawn to the clean stream.

Dribbling grinning mouthfuls

of new water,

we rolled face up

on the green bank

to laugh at heaven.

by Bob Campbell

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We meet at Club Mudgee, First Floor, Room 2 on the second Tuesday each month at 12pm to 3pm.

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