Once again I hear the pitter-patter of little feet
Dizzying laughter and giggles of those so young
Imbue the room with memories old yet sweet
Of days gone by when nursery rhymes were sung
I remember to smile and smile to remember
When it was you who were that small
Your life a spark a struggling ember
And yet you grew so strong so tall
So now I watch as your young grow
My heart so glad to realise
That life and love both ebb and flow
And the universe must equalise
To you the future I now trust
It is I who must return to dust
The Blue Mountains, given that name due to the blue haze that hovers above them, is an area renowned for spectacular scenery, plant and wildlife and densely populated forests of oil bearing Eucalyptus trees. Thus, it is commonly believed that the blue haze blanketing the mountains is created by the atmosphere whereby dispersed droplets of Eucalypt oil combine with dust particles and water vapour to scatter refracted rays of light which are largely blue in colour.
Original passage found here.
If you’d like to read more about my adventures in The Blue Mountains, they can be found on Clare & Dean.
You did your job and did it well,
And then I quite forgot.
I’d rolled you up and twisted you,
Then tied you in a knot.
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Her skin was soft, her knuckles swollen. I slowly
Touched the large brown spots on that were on the
Back of her hand.
Her hands were big and swallowed mine whole. My
little fingers splayed across her palm. I touched her
Fingers, one by one.
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Here I sit a little onion,
Sad, lonely and confused.
Thinking of my elder brother,
In a stew he’s just been used.
They peeled his clothing, layer by layer,
His naked body exposed.
They’ll place me on the table soon,
My future’s now foreclosed.
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