Deeper still calling
Come in
The way is unknown
Tides swell and recede
With the mood
Horizon is hidden
Come away
How far does it go?
Bid well the shallows
Into the blue
With you
Safe shallows
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Category Archives: Tasmania
Begin again
Streets of my town
Taken to wits end
Edge of the precipice
Dark history amend
Not long since
A new breeze swept
Through winding lanes
Rows of vines well kept
As if breathed new air
Kept pace petite feet
Leading me down
Swans and starlings greet
Once again sandstone town
Sits longingly by river seat
Stands tall and proud
Once again, my retreat
Goulds cure
Of all the finest examples
Giving light and life
With each seeming to have
Its own personality and mood
The finest outline
Is drawn from that feeling
Of wonderment
The fall of the brush
Speaking more in silence
Than a thousand words spoken
With love
