ABPA - Australian Bush Poets Association

Once upon a long ago
we sat inside the quiet
and watched the sun kissed waters
drift beneath the morning light.

A place without a number;
a world with no address.
Tucked away behind the trees
where Golden Whistlers nest.

Where thoughts so soft and gentle
filled my mind with peace,
and locked me in a moment
that I hoped would never cease.

But there’s no such thing as always
and time will have its way.
The world and I have aged since then
and dimmed my yesterday.

Yet still one memory strong and clear
rests safe where it was filed.
It’s a snapshot of the love that is
a mother and her child.

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Nice one, Wazza . . . so you're the same Waz (Cox) that wrote Tuna Pie and A Bucket Full?

And The One That Got Away?

Marty

Yes Marty ... Sent them to the ABC Far North Comp. Didn't win any prizes but had two of the three poems included in the finals and received a very up market certificate. First time I'd entered any comps. so I was pretty happy with the result.
Cheers ...Wazza