• The strong undertows at Barwon Heads
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    Time hears no commandThe sky is our blue grandstandOverseeing oceans and landsAs the sun warms our silent clock hands The seasons come and goSpringtime melts the snowNature’s seeds germinate and growAnd our rivers of life continue to flow Has mankind become a pantomime show?And Forgotten to ask the owls and crowsHow to fly through?The bad ...
  • An earthworm
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    I hear the digital clock’s shynessMy unruffled day feels timelessAlone and listening to the silenceOf the muzzled arctic breezeA quiet zephyr’s foreboding freeze I hear the garden snail’s widowSliding up the kitchen windowHer silvery trail grates and slithersAlong the cold pane’s dirty rivers I hear an earthworm diggingHis defiant endeavors are deafeningBlindly shoveling the muddy ...