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ONE HOUR BEFORE THE DAWN

She stands alone, small, cold and frail,
A light rain falls on the Cenotaph’s rail
On a cold and bleak foreboding morn,
At just one hour before the dawn.

She feels no pain, she sheds no tears,
Her thoughts transcending through the years;
Her noble head is bowed in prayer,
Stilled in the time she lost him there.......

On a lonely field in a place called hell,
Of battle flame and raining shell,
His injured comrade on his back,
He carried through his grim attack.

Yet fate was cruel - the sniper’s round
That cut her husband to the ground
Served only as a bridge in time
Beyond it’s unforgiving line.........

She may not walk, ere years must pass
But still remains his faithful lass;
No other man his place could take
Nor share her picnic by the lake.

And now on each remembrance morn,
At just one hour before the dawn;
The hallowed hour at which he fell,
His spirit moves, in her to dwell.

As dark horizon turns to grey,
The pipes lament the break of day;
The wreaths of poppies laid with love
Pay homage to the souls above.

She lifts her head now, dignified;
And in her eyes, the glow of pride
For, tightly held in her dear hand
The one that wears his wedding band....

She holds the secret so long cherished
The symbol of a love unperished
And in the dawn light’s ghostly pallor
The simple wording reads “For Valour”.

Bereavement’s shadow drapes its cloak
Around the widow’s heart of oak
Behold! - the weight of tragic loss
She bears as One who bore the Cross.

Unknown, uncounted days remain
Then she’ll be with her love again.
In Heaven’s mirror, brightly viewed,
Her country’s love - and gratitude.

Lest we forget to bear in mind
The ladies who were left behind,
Though age may weary and condemn,
We ever should remember them,

Their courage knows no bounds of time,
Though earthly flesh may wither;
Whoever would true valour see
Let him come hither.

© Rod Walford 1999

ICE CASTLES IN THE SKY
by Rod Walford

Oh! you elected minions, who in your towers of ivory repose
Insulated by cocoons woven from broken threads of promised intent;
Twisting words with eloquence to suit your purpose
As it bends and sways in the fickle draught of self-indulgence.

You dwell among the ramparts of power and control
Treading the dark corridors of deception and trickery;
Behind the iron barred portcullis of the fortress of bureaucracy
Where well meaning hearts, fast hardened in the dollar’s white-hot forge
Become as tempered steel - a sword to strike at freedom’s hard won shield.
What misguided force is it that seeks to govern the human spirit?
Never will it surrender to the intrusive microchip, nor become slave to oppressive dictates.

Freedom? She will ride high in her victory, as sure as there is only one true flight.
As the arrow, straight from the bow flies, so the words from the hearts of the just shall penetrate the transparent walls of your ice castles in the sky.
Your crystalline fragments shall fall, shattered in ignominy,
And the root of all evil be exposed for its true worth.

Ah! That you and I are one in spirit!
Fellow poets, and seekers of the truth, that we may see the secrets of the impostor, and thus protect our world of shared beauty.
Let us rejoice in our unity, and be secure in empathy, yes, and stronger still!
That we may know our spirit will be carried to a place far beyond the melting remnants of the ice castles in the sky.

©Rod Walford 1999

Snowy night

Outside there is snow.
It's been there all night.
"Where did you go?!"
I demand out of spite.

There are no footprints
That can be seen in this light,
Nothing at all
Within my sight.

From the corner of my eye
I suddenly see
A dark form in the corner
Hugging one knee.

And there you lay,
Limp and cold.
Your soul's up in heaven,
So I've been told.

Julie Browder
billb@pruact2.com

RECIPE FOR SPRING

by Ryan Walford (aged 11)
arrwalford@clear.net.nz

Take some flowers and grind them up
Put them into a bowl and...................
Add some soft, woolly lambs and stir them well.
Drop some fresh, juicy fruit into the bowl.
Take a warm, bright sun and put it into the bowl.
Decorate with different types of plants.....growing.
Sprinkle with cold, wet showers and furry, cuddly cats.
Place some graceful, colourful butterflies around the edges.
Top it off with some hot, happy children.
Cut the cake into pieces and enjoy!

look out the window
It's raining again,
The house is so empty
I'm alone with my pain.

It's a week since you died
Since they told me the news,
And I still dont believe it,
Can't believe that It's true.

So each day at school,
I search every face,
For your hair, or your smile,
But so far there's no trace.

They say to forget you,
That everyone dies.
Go see your gravestone,
Say my final goodbyes.

But you were my best friend,
My buddy, my mate,
So I cannot forget you,
And just call it fate.

I'll love you always,
Forget you never,
But one things for certain,
I'll miss you for ever.

mark
wilsons@alphalink.com.au

RAIN
Written by Ron Barrows
musicfan_72@hotmail.com

It’s incredible for me to see
The peacefulness that rain can bring
The drippy, dropping, droopy sounds
Open my mind to all around
And everything seems real again
Then I know I can begin

It’s incredible for me to see
The peacefulness that rain can bring…

ISLAND SUNSET
by Koisimy Rudolph '98
email: krudolph@gcc.guam.net
Dedicated to those who love sunset.

At six in the evening, all things hushed
I sat and waited for you on the sands
The west sky was lit up by your paint brush
You are an artist like Vincent Van Gho
Your pallette of paints accidentally tipped
Red, yellow, pink , and orange, you let go

Your accidental work colored my lagoon
The wind from the east gave its live movement
I know your amazing sunset will be gone soon
I pleaded for you to stay a while and rest
But you were busy with the world
So I sadly watched you sinked down into the west

Across the sea, darkness slowly coming
The island serenity slowy faded away
Peaceful, but sad, and yet..I felt your caring
At midnight I felt the gentle shivering of the rain
So I laid on my island pandanus mat and went to rest
The sound of dawn, and in the east, I saw you again

Koisimy Rudolph

Winter Snow

I like the snow in the winter
when it is so cold it makes me shiver
it is such a beautiful
sight, that when i look at
it makes my eyes turn white
I like to make tunnels in my yard,
only when the snow is stiff and hard
it makes me sad when it melts away,
but i soon know it will be back someday.

From Shawn Herr

The mist is clouding my view. Why are the negative forces always directed at?
Me? I’m a target. Out in the open. Like a deer is to a hunter. My feelings
Stand out bare, in the cold. Where I’m vulnerable to anyone who'd like to take
Advantage. Go ahead. Tear me apart. Rip away the layers of protection i've
Grasped onto. get down to the very core of my soul. you know thats what you
want. why do i let myself be manipulated? looking for the one who's done this
to me. why not come and face what you've done? you've ruined me. stained me
and scarred me. for life. you've left your footprints in my heart. are you
happy now?

*Holly Whitlock*

"Enigma"
by Andrew Rogers (Cyrus658@aol.com)

On the way to the skies,
The surest of suns,
My eyes drop down upon the rain.
On the clouds that are shifting,
And changing about,
Sits my enigma.
Through the stars I do travel,
To where, I'm unsure...
I see the bright light,
My enigma takes me there.
Shining all around,
Billowing shades of white
My enigma takes me there.

OUT OF MY WINDOW

I look out of my window and what do I see?
Mr. Jack Frost is looking at me.
He rattles my windows as he plays with the breeze,
He tickles my nose and makes me sneeze.
The animals all hide when they hear he's about.
They're waiting for winter to be over and out.
And as the snow begins to fall, the plants all fall asleep,
Peaceful under the bed of snow, an ice-cream white little heap.
Watching god slowly cover the world in a carpet full of cold,
Swallowing all the autumn leaves all nicely decorated in gold.

I'd like to go out under the silver grey sky,
But I'd rather stay in and watch winter go by.

Nichola Firth

Sun
By Chris RIker

Sunrise is the time of day
when light comes out and darkness hides away
The light that comes wakes every human soul
From the highest mountain to the deepest hole.
Sunrise is the start of the say
Nothing can stand in the way

Sunset is the time of day
When darkness comes and light hides away
From the hightst mountain to the deepest hole
the world falls asleep as a whole
from the stressful time of the day
night time comes and a world of dreams carries us away

Rainy Days

Is there some way,
to face rainy days,
that cloud my life and blind me,
argumenting all the pain?

The pain of which I speak of,
it holds no hope for heart.
But when the season's over,
We'll have a brand new start.

And when this hope's reborn,
One question's all I'll ask.
Will the rain come down again?
I hope that it won't last...

John Beu

BRING ME…..
By Nichola Firth

I’m begging you for sunshine,
I’m needing you today.
I’m begging you for warm weather,
To wash my cares away.

Get rid of all the rain clouds.
Get rid of all the snow.
I hate it being wet and windy,
So come on let me know.

Are you going to bring me joy?
Something to make me smile.
Why not make a rainbow,
Go on, it’s worth your while.

19.11.98

Here's a great poem by Rian Rettino
I know what i'm thinking..........'Why can't i write like that?'
Anyway here it is:

My Autumn Eyes Behold

The blue of the sky with it's sunburned glaze of orange and red.

The lust of the leaves as they fall helplessly to the ground.

The brilliance of the sun showering us in buetiful rays of light in the
crisp
Autumn days.

The moon showing brightly in the brisk Autumn nights

GUY FOLKS-NIGHT

November the 5th, Guy-folks night,
Faces glow in the flickering light.
To see the stars you have to wait,
So you don’t go to bed till late.
Eat your mushy peas and pie,
And give a penny for the guy.
We’ll all huddle round the fire in a gang,
And watch the fireworks go boom and bang.
The animals all run away and hide,
Because it’s really dangerous outside.

Nikki Firth

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