Local Poems by local people Would you like to publish your poems about the Mudgee region here? Please send them to the editor. Click here: info@mudgeehistory.com.au Poems by local Mudgee District Authors THE EYES OF ANZAC MARCHERS © 1993 RACHEL KNOWLES, MUDGEE. As they march on this their special day, A change comes into focus, No one really knows, as they march along the street, What memories come to life? When the ANZAC brothers meet. It’s the eyes of ANZAC marchers, That tell tales of long ago, Tis’ the eyes and not the lips that speak, Of pain these soldiers bore. Walk tall, men and women, As you march on this your day, And let people such as I, Share your memories, while we may. No one will ever know, the price they paid, For those who died, left behind, A family spent in grief, Not for just a year or two, but, for generations through. And what about those men and women, Who came back from the wars? No loving words or family ties, Can ever wipe completely, the horrors that they knew. It’s the eyes of ANZAC marchers, That tell tales of long ago, Tis’ the eyes, and not the lips, That speak of pain, these soldiers bore.
She The Sea .....
Rachel Knowles (c) 1990 | |
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I watched the sea the other day And angry as could be was she I'm glad that I was not too near For ROAR did she And threw into the air her arms Then slapped the shore so hard That even brave men near Backed away and shook their heads I heard an old man say the other day It's her bridal dress they spoiled And those that stained her dress of blues and greens Just kept on, as though they did not care The old man took a breath and carried on When I was young, my heart beat fast When ere' I set my eyes on her For she would, without one word Win the hearts of young and old Soft yet hard is she For no man dared to set upon her dress of blues and greens Till first he asked in humbleness And woe' betide the ship that did not thank her For a safe and perfect trip I heard the wind the other day. One day, man shall find All things on earth have a job to do But man is sacrificing all That is not his And now..... Her bridal dress And all who attend to her gardens in the sea They too are disappearing Because of you Who will help man When she the sea Unfolds her wings Ah'... Yes I have seen her fly and land on places She has never been before A tidal wave they called it But.. The heavens know it As the height of her angry roar
I heard an old man say the other day I've seen ships go under And I've heard them break in two I've watched men swept from decks And heard her laughter As she evened up a few I heard the old man say I gave up the sea For at last I understood her anger And felt ashamed to know Her anger still not at its peak Is building Just for man I heard the sea the other day And this is what she said One day man, I shall claim you Then all your land I heard the universe the other day. Watched them come And Watched them go Yet, I thought for just a heart beat This one would make it Ah'.. In my younger days Communication was the answer to everything But.. No-one listens any more I wonder..... Could we..... Is anybody listening ? |
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