WRITE SOME POETRY

[treborbob]

ok its got a bit quiet in here so here are a few more starting with 'Whitecliffs'
Well I dig for opal but the heat is getting to me
And the wind blows strong and it doesnt rain you see
Out here at Whitecliffs theres not a tree in sight
Living in a dugout working all thru the night

Well I'm down below where the air is cooler to be
Yes I work all night and sleep thru the day you see
Out here at Whitecliffs the heat beating off the ground
Listening to the silence not a breath around

Well the flies are bad there's no getting away from them
And I'm down below following that opal seam
Out here at Whitecliffs watching the shooters lights
Travelling over the plains all thru the night

Well the drillers standing by their rigs all day
Cursing the flies and heat that wont go away
Out here at Whitecliffs drilling thru that hard packed clay
Watching for the colour standing near their rigs all day

Yes my pick in hand and I'm heading below
Where I lay on my side and work that pick in slow
Out here at Whitecliffs Its A darned hard life
Digging in the hard packed clay till the early night

[treborbob]

and one more away from my outback theme
    Girl Of The City

In a dark old alleyway in a big city town
Lives a girl who's been roaming around
Sleeping in rubbish bins and parkside seats
And now she has become a girl of the streets
Begging for handouts to keep alive
Selling her body just to survive
Calming her habit anyway she can
Flying so high she cant seem to land
She walks the streets just looking for a hit
All night long she is on her feet
Streetwise and cunning she uses her wiles
To make the money that makes her smile
Until she reaches those times in life
Older than her years that are filled with strife
Until she's found alone in her bed
A young old street girl alone and dead

[Garry]

Girl Of The City
Sad but true,

Opal Mining, sounds like hard work for little pay.

[treborbob]

heres a little something I wrote way back in the early 70's
      RIVER OF MEMORIES
I would wander to the river and stroll along beside it
and remember the days when I was young
Fishing near the blue hole and swimming at the swings
I recall all the things that I done
Of the girl who was beside me almost every night
as we strolled hand in hand along the river bank
And the moonlight shimmered softly as we rested on the grass
and watched the river slowly move on past
She would always come and meet me down at the old boatshed
and I would see the love light in her eyes
As we fondly held each other and whispered sweet thoughts
as we lay and watched the stars shine in the sky
But now she's gone forever and I have grown older
but I still walk beside the river bank
And sometimes I hear her calling as I sadly walk along
the path we had shared so long ago
She would call my name softly like the sighing of the wind
and I would turn to find nobody there
With tears on my cheeks I would stumble sadly back
away from the river of my dreams
Until another night would find me once again
down amongst my old memories
And I would sit and sadly listen to the sighing of the trees
and memories that the river brings

[acherishedcraft]

THE BIG OLD TREE

The big old tree

magastically tall

It would tell us a story

and leave us in awe

of the tales it could tell

over the years that it grew

of young love and of passion

that have sat under its bough.

While the sun reflects golden colours around.

It will never be lonely

with the history its found.

The generation of happy and tradgic events

that have come and have gone

while the tree holds their secrets

it will always live on.

© Cheryl Newman 2008 October 16th 2008

[Garry]

A tree can never be, as lovely as thee.

[acherishedcraft]

Why thank you Garry hahahaha with your wee little poem. It still classes as poetry and can be entered in the challenge.

[cherie]

                                 Ebb Tide
Soft shifting sands.
The wind blows free
across my hands-- its gentle breath
a soft kiss as in another time.
Long, long ago.

Waves dancing, gulls wheeling,
rose and amber tint on stormy clouds.
Ripples on the lonely sands.
As quietly flows the tide.

[acherishedcraft]

This is absolutely beautiful Cherie

[Garry]

This is absolutely beautiful Cherie

I'll second that.

[acherishedcraft]

You have a fantastic imagination Bob, this is great.

ok its got a bit quiet in here so here are a few more starting with 'Whitecliffs'
Well I dig for opal but the heat is getting to me
And the wind blows strong and it doesnt rain you see
Out here at Whitecliffs theres not a tree in sight
Living in a dugout working all thru the night

Well I'm down below where the air is cooler to be
Yes I work all night and sleep thru the day you see
Out here at Whitecliffs the heat beating off the ground
Listening to the silence not a breath around

Well the flies are bad there's no getting away from them
And I'm down below following that opal seam
Out here at Whitecliffs watching the shooters lights
Travelling over the plains all thru the night

Well the drillers standing by their rigs all day
Cursing the flies and heat that wont go away
Out here at Whitecliffs drilling thru that hard packed clay
Watching for the colour standing near their rigs all day

Yes my pick in hand and I'm heading below
Where I lay on my side and work that pick in slow
Out here at Whitecliffs Its A darned hard life
Digging in the hard packed clay till the early night

[treborbob]

hi Chez its not imagination I spent 10 years in the opal fields with time at Whitecliffs where I wrote the song ..my first opal song is called 'Black Opal Of Australia' here it is written in 1965..
If you ever see an opal, colours fiery bright
remember where they came from, a place as dark as night
the bowels of the earth that hide them, dont want to let them go
but miners burrow down to them, just to see their colours glow
carefully they gouge at the clay that holds them well, until a sound like breaking glass ,and they unfold their spell
the colours are so pretty, flashing reds and green, across the stone they dance, the brightest your ever seen
an opal is the one stone, that never seems to fade, its pattern is so different and you see their every shade,
the black opal of Australia is the one and only stone
thats found with all the colours of the rainbow all around

[cherie]

                                 Ebb Tide
Soft shifting sands.
The wind blows free
across my hands-- its gentle breath
a soft kiss as in another time.
Long, long ago.

Waves dancing, gulls wheeling,
rose and amber tint on stormy clouds.
Ripples on the lonely sands.
As quietly flows the tide.

this is the painting that goes with ebb tide

[Garry]

Hi Cherie.

I've recoded your image for you, and reduced its size to make it faster for downloads.

P.S. I've also added IPTC Info inside your image to protect your copywrite.

Your original file size was.  2636 x 1880 Pixels (232.5 KB )
I've reduced it to............  1000 x 713  Pixels (19.94 KB)

[baotoudel]

                                 Ebb Tide
Soft shifting sands.
The wind blows free
across my hands-- its gentle breath
a soft kiss as in another time.
Long, long ago.

Waves dancing, gulls wheeling,
rose and amber tint on stormy clouds.
Ripples on the lonely sands.
As quietly flows the tide.

This is very beautiful, as is the painting that goes with it. I will have to work hard to top this, ha ha. Baotoudel