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"Nambucca Valley"
© Edwina du Casse
Birth of a new day,
Horizon
Of mountains,hills, plains, ocean,
In pinks and golds.
Give light
To the richness of you.
Framed by distant ,
Hills, mountains,
Mist covers in purples and blues.
On
Sunfilled clear days,
Endless views
Of distant,
mountains,hills.
Your lush green valleys,
Reach down ,
To
Clear, clean estuarys, rivers, ocean, lagoons,
Natures beauty.
In shapes and hues.
Estuarys, streams, lagoons,
Washes your,
Beaches, rocks, pools,
In
Clean, clear blues, aquamarines, greens.
Flows from the rivers ancient streams.
Ocean life filled,
Dolphins play
in your estuarys, rivers,
Teach they young to fish,
follow fishing boats in,
In mullet season,
Dolphins, and fishermen
Work together,
A fast frenzy catch,
action in the water.
migrating whales majestically
Passing by,
to they playgrounds in the north,
give a display of grace and power,
high in the ocean air,
June to November.
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Nature abounds,
Beauty of bird life,
Richly arrayed,
A colourful parade,
Symphony of their songs,
Drift on the air.
This eden of richness,
In flowers hibiscus, fruits,
Community spirit,
Gifts of culture unfold.
Your small towns, hamlets,
Filled with a,
Spirit of natural beauty.
Close of day,
twilight you rest,
Under
A dark velvet blue sky,
A fairyland of
Stars twinkle,
Give light to the night.
A canopy of beauty,
I feel I can almost reach up,
And touch a star.
Moon beams,
Casting shadows,
On trees, earth,
Dance in rythum in the breeze,
May you ever stay,
Natural, in richness of beauty, peace,
May each life be filled with
Unity of your beauty,
Oh! Nambucca!
The beauty of you.
"Wattle"
© Edwina du Casse
A tribute to all those so sadly killed in
theBali bombings and their loved ones.
Wattle,
Your roots deep in this land,
Blossoms of cheerful faces,
Lifted up to the sun.
Our hearts are filled,
With tears and pain.
You always will remain,
The flowers of this,
Nations heart.
So cruely taken,
From the life sap,
Of
This land.
Our hands will reach,
To
Touch you still,
You are the flowers,
You bloom forever,
In
Our hearts and land,
Alive you will,
always remain,
In our hearts,
A flame
Wattle flowers.
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