Poetry

COADE HEWETT, DOROTHY – Once I Rode with Clancy…

It's a country full of old men, with thumbscrews on their hunger,
Their crosses leaning sideways in the scrub.
My cousins spit to windward, great noses blue with moonlight,
Their shoulders propping up the Kunjin pub.
Once I rode with Clancy through the wet hills of Wickepin,
By Kunjin and Corrigin with moonlight of the roofs,
And the iron shone faint and ghostly on the lonely, moonlit siding
And the salt earth rang like crystal underneath our flying hoofs.

COADE HEWETT, DOROTHY - Once I Rode with Clancy...

DENNIS, C.J. – A Spring Song

The young leaves is shootin' on the trees,
The air is like a long, cool swig o' beer,
The bonzer smell of flow'rs is on the breeze,
An' 'ere's me, 'ere
Jist moochin' round like some pore, barmy coot,
Of 'ope and joy, an' forchin destichoot.

DENNIS, C.J. - A Spring Song

DERWENT HOPE, ALEC – Beyond Khancoban

I think of the spot
To which I return, from which long ago I was made,
Cooma, and wonder whether it made me or not.

Man is made by all that has made the history of man,
But here the Monaro claims me; I recognise
Beyond Khancoban the place where a mind began
Able to offer itself to the galaxies.

DERWENT HOPE, ALEC - Beyond Khancoban

EVERAGE, DAME EDNA

Superstars may come and go
But there's no other
That folks identify with their own mother,
To think there's people in this room
Who wish they'd sprung out of my womb
That's what my public means to me.

EVERAGE, DAME EDNA

GIBBS, MAY – The Adventures of Snugglepot and Cuddlepie

Not very far way a number of Banksia men were sitting
in a Banksia-tree, basking in the sun and planning mischief.

‘Bunch and scrunch ‘im!’ shouted one.
‘Hit and spit ‘im!’ growled another.
‘String and ring ‘im!’ snarled a third.

Then they all jumped about, grunting and chattering
and shaking the bough till the leaves rattled.

GIBBS, MAY - The Adventures of Snugglepot and Cuddlepie

GILBERT, KEVIN – Epitaph, Black From The Edge

Weep not for me for Death is
but the vehicle that unites my soul
with the Creative Essence, God.
My spiritual Being, my love, is
still with you, wherever you are
until forever.
You will find me in the quiet moments
In the trees, amidst the rocks,
the cloud and beams of sunshine
indeed, everywhere for I, too, am
a part of the total essence of
creation that radiates everywhere
about you, eternally.
Life, after all, is just a
passing phase.

GILBERT, KEVIN - Epitaph, Black From The Edge