ABPA - Australian Bush Poets Association

Stormy Morning

I stand upon this windy headland
and gaze upon a stormy sea.
The wind whistles up the cliff face
of the bay they call Cooee.

This is my daily ritual
each visit fills my heart with glee.
I marvel at its beauty
nature gives so much to me.

Each day I see its changing moods
different from the day before.
From stormy seas to liquid magic
I could not ask for any more.

Great Keppel nestles in the distance
on a bed of shimmering blue.
The seabirds ride the currents
Dolphins cruise into my view.

No doubt this place holds many stories
hidden deep within its treacherous shore;
but to me they are things of beauty
that every day I watch in awe.



Who knew that if you stood at the top of Wreck Point 164 years ago, you could have seen a ship called the Selina, heavy with a cargo of cedar logs, sink to the ocean floor?

The washed up schooner was found by another ship in October, 1848, refloated by another crew in 1849.

The crew left one man, Evan Owens, at the deserted coastal point. Left with enough supplies to last him six weeks and a promise of a return, Owens was tasked with the job of pumping water out of Selina's hull to keep her afloat.

But the crew never returned.

In an amazing tale of survival, Owens lasted five months before he gave up and abandoned the Selina, fortunately rescued soon after by the crew of the Secret.


Bob Pacey ( C )

thanks Bob just how poetry should be nice with an interesting story with it

bill w

Great work Bob.



My only thought ( sorry ) is that it is a pity you couldn't work into your poem some of those historical details about the ship wreck. Just a thought, maybe not required, but something to work on if you feel like it. With the historic details included, could be a good one for the Bronze Swaggie entry.

What happened to the cedar logs, did they ever get them out ?

That would have been a sight to have seen Bob - especially being full of cedar logs - bet there aren't too many of them left up there these days. Was the Selina the only shipwreck there???

Lovely to be able to enjoy that view every day and then to capture that in words makes it even better. Great little spot but I only managed to visit it once and that for a couple of hours only. I would have liked to have been able to see more. One day perhaps.

No I thought the history would have detracted from what I was feeling Nev.

I refrained from looking up the history until after I had finished the poem for that reason.


Not sure about others must log onto the historical society site and check but thats another subject for another poem ?

Bob

Good poem Bob,

I see you used 'ritual' correctly as well, unlike myself recently, when I used bush lingo and pronounced it as two syllables.

Cheers Terry

Gotta jag one occassionally Terry, I just write what I feel suits and if I cannot spell it I use another word that I can

Pretty simple really.


Bob

G/day Bob,
I'm not sure what it is mate, but something about you seems a bit different today?

Cheers Terry

yeah...I'm getting all mixed up...er more mixed up. When I see that avatar I think it's Neville....& then it looks like Neville's fighting with himself ...oh the worry...oh the woe...

Are you feeling yourself Bob? I get the impression you are a bit confused today about who you really are...