Writer Contributions from 2008

Winds of Change

When the weather is wet and wild and wintry, it's winds we worry about. Cyclones and hurricanes have caused such terrible tragedies that we can never be sure whether or not the next wild, lashing storm will uproot a tree, unroof the house, or defeather our chickens....

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Cup Day Chat

"Good morning. Can I help you? From the newspaper? What we thought of the race? Which one? Ah, the Tuesday one. Bit of a picnic, wasn't it? "Well, some of us here at Randy Wick are not at all sure what the fuss is all about. The Tuesday race isn't much different from...

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Hating the Wind

I have left the Roaring Forties am now in the Sensible Sixties. I have left the turbulent tropics live now in a temperate clime but wherever I go it seems the wind thinks I am one of its own. The Tasman wind can be a pest blowing the blossoms off the trees snatching...

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Fear of Forests

There is fear in forests old and new “We will lose our old forests quite soon. A hundred years to grow, minutes to fell They must be chained up, and us too.” Some others plant forests that are new Buying land where saplings grow well “That is prime land, not just for...

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“…. yes, it’s in the eye ….”

David sat on a soft-cushioned chair, across the narrow table from the fortune-teller. A decorative candle in the shape of a pear was placed in a shallow bowl between them. She wasn't a real fortune-teller, but that was her task tonight at the annual charity...

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Wetland Survival

Rising on wings polished by the morning sun, The harrier, with long bronzed feathers, glides lazily, Circles, soars, floats; its downcast eyes riveted, Searching for stray movements among swaying reeds In the watery fingers of wetland below; Betrayed by the wind, a...

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Daisy

- a love sonnet - September 4th 2006 Daisy! How beautiful in the morning: You awoke, shone and opened up to greet Us in the early hours, before dawning; A miracle for everyone to meet. With love we welcome you, bundle of joy, And laughing, happy smiles, thoughts from...

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My new career

That lady who gave a talk at the home had the right idea when she suggested we imagine we were applying for a job. She even gave us a list of ideas of work she thought would interest us. I am trying to make up my mind now. One job I would definitely never do and that...

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Mrs Zonaben

In 1956, I and my friend went on a tour of Australia and New Zealand from the U.K. We travelled through the Panama, stopping at different places along the way. We had visited Bilboa, Acapalco with a side trip to Mexico and other places. Life on board had been...

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Plain Song

The road was straight, flat and smooth. The bus was big, cool and quiet. We passengers had been exposed to a remarkable range of vistas in the previous few hours. Hills, forests, gorges, grassland, mountains. Now we were traversing the Mojave Desert. It was not that...

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Night Visitor

I hear him at night standing at my window. He is listening at the window, At my sleeping. Sometimes I saw in my sleep And sometimes I yawn. I can hear him walking up to the house And hope he is harmless. He's been doing it ever since I moved here. I've learned to...

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Friday 13th

Working later than usual, Jane Woods stood outside the Spencer's Real estate Offices; she had enjoyed a good day selling property, even though it was Friday the 13th. It had been a long day, but Jane was well satisfied. While she was writing up the documentation for...

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Rivers I Have Known

She watched the wide cool Derwent as it flowed through fields of hops, rows of apple trees, moving deeply between banks of rushes and verdant edges. Black swans here and there on the surface and below fresh water trout for the taking – a watercolour setting, gentle...

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Trimming a Eucalypt

Why trim a gum tree? They are meant to grow as they will their trunks rising high from the ground before they branch - safer for bushfires. Their limbs spread at all angles unlike their European cousins more orderly by nature and pruned each year. They grow wide as...

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My favourite person – my Grandfather

There were seven of us grandchildren, and another three, but they live too far away to come often. My grandfather was always so very pleased to see us. His house was in the middle of the forest, a few miles from a small town called Mierlo. Grandfather was a tall man,...

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Throwaway Lines

I never throw anything away! What? Never? Well, hardly ever! Kitchen cupboards hoard jars of jams and jelly and ginger and the pantry stores packets of palatable pleasures, and baked beans, bully beef and Bovril. It sounds wonderful, except that these items are all...

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Definitely not Brahms

Be quiet for your Granny small person While I Velcro you Huggies on tight, Your Mum needs to pay off the bankcard So she’s working real late tonight. So drink up your Ritalin small person With me there is nothing to fear Your Dad’s coming home in his Hummer With a...

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Family Arms

In one of those museum shops you have to pass through before leaving the place, I found a fridge magnet that portrayed the Brown family Coat of Arms. I had to buy two, one for us and one for our son, as a joke souvenir. With a name like Brown you do not overly concern...

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Cool Living

According to those less fortunate souls who reside on the big, flat, hot island to our North, Tasmania is a cold, bleak place, inhabited by strange types. We don’t bother to correct them. It would take too long. Besides, if they knew the truth, the place would be...

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The Canteen Mystery

Our factory canteen was popular with the workers as it provided adequate meals for a fair price. The food was plain, not always well cooked, often not very hot, but always ample servings. You could get a three course meal and a cuppa for a few shillings. When you were...

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