Writer Contributions from 2004

The Chronicle of a Tree

I am a simple wild plum tree. I have a hope and a commitment as well as a dream. One day when my time comes I shall join the many and the most beautiful of trees, less humble than myself, and those bearing different fruits every month of the year. My displays and...

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Strings

In my mind I saw the puppet master pull his strings upon a stage. From the dark shadows, came the children of the streets. With dull eyes, old and weary faces, They wander into all sorts of places, depressed, worn down, by drugs and other things. With a gentle tug...

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Homeward bound

I had an opportunity to visit my home village, Tali in Karelia, for the first time 56 years after the war forced us out. I can't say that I enjoyed the trip. Even beforehand I was scared, scared of how much I would, or would not remember, and how I would handle those...

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An Eagle Eyed

Scene: The Cradle-St.Clair Overland Track, just south of Cradle Mt at the head of "The Cirque". I am reclining on the ground with head resting on my pack, waiting for rest of the party to catch up. As I am lying there, a Wedge Tailed Eagle comes swooping across the...

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Seventy-Five Knots, South

One of the most frightening things I have ever done was to sail on our family yacht Explorer in a 75-knot storm from the southern end of Bruny Island to Oyster Cove at the Northern end of the D'Entrecasteaux Channel which separates Bruny Island from the mainland of...

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A Story

Along the road to Gundagai a dog sat upon a yonder tucker box. Before my very eyes marching bandsmen appeared: Banging, blowing, Huffing, glowing, All in unison, Never slowing. Such splendour seldom witnessed, tourists and townsfolk utterly entranced. Every...

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On South Molle Island

Quiet. The stillness all enfolding. Quiet. Still. Silent. Listen to the sound of the wind in the trees, the waves on the shore, the grass on the hill; Water trickling between the rocks; Listen to the birds; Listen to the sounds In the quietness, when all is...

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Celeste

There's a stillness in the old churchyard. The old headstones are worn and pitted, Washed white through the wind and the rain. The stillness and the weathered look, create an image of a bygone age. Should you visit the church at night, you'll hear the tinkling...

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Transplant

Slowly her vision cleared. She was in the recovery room and realised the operation had been a success. "Here am I, Mary Brown, the world’s first brain transplant patient, and I feel good." It had been a long wait but worth it. The ugly body she had been born with had...

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Under the Doctor

Grandfather kept chickens - lots of them. He was also a bit of a rogue; clever really, liked a good joke, a smart idea, or a problem needing to be solved. When us grand kids called around he'd wet himself laughing when he asked us all the schoolboy jokes. All those...

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The Feather

I wandered lonely as a cloud I was out among the heather It was there I saw a wondrous sight A blooming great big feather. Now, was it from a dinosaur Or from an ostrich grown outsize Or was it from another time A Phoenix, dropped from the skies. I crept up close to...

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Dressed To Kill

- a tall tale - Now, I'll tell you a tale - a tale of a fox - a fox and a chicken really. Now you probably know that somewhere in Tasmania there's a fox on the loose, or there was, so they say. But maybe there's more than one. Who knows? They shot one last month so I...

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The Fairies

Down by the river in the middle of the park Fairies have been dancing, thought it has been dark. Little folk, light folk, weaving out and in; They look so pretty as they kick each other on the shin. Tripping here, tripping there, doing this and that: Tripping other...

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Friend

We were living in Israel. When I was fourteen years old. I went to school in Haifa and learned to speak Hebrew. My friend was a boy who was a year younger than me, Who had black hair, And soft dark eyes. And who was nearly as tall as I was. His name was David. He was...

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Thirteen o’clock in April

It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen, or at least my grandfather clock in the hall had just struck thirteen. I know it was thirteen because my teenage niece, Mellissa, numbered off, aloud, each stoke as it chimed and she counted...

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Autumn

As autumn rushes in, trees shed their leaves upon the earth, to spread a carpet of coloured splendour, for all to see. There on a tree a leaf or two will cling, watching the tears of sap, run down it's limbs. But come the spring and summer, too, a burst of green comes...

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ABERFAN ’66

In 1966, the Welsh village of Aberfan attained world wide publicity when a vast tip of colliery waste became unstable and slid downhill, engulfing several buildings including the local school. Over a hundred children and their teachers were killed. The following poem,...

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