Fishing boat Writing

13 creative works found

  • The House
    by Sally Omar

    There stands The House on a hill / It’s so far up you get a chill / If you stand on the balcony / You can see the dark blue sea / The…

  • SORROW, SORROW
    by Sally Omar

    He is still looking and waiting asking why / Where is my mom and dad and why can’t I cry / His soul remains he does not understand / Why he …

    Leena, Thank you. / Please check out my friend Leena Hedman’s other awesome artwork on the RB / This is another sequel to Prisoner of the River & Memory of a Lost Child /

  • Musings of a Migrant.
    by bidkev

    Written the day before Anzac Day

    Written the day before Anzac Day Go easy….............I’ve never written a poem before. How lucky are we? Yesterday, the school rang to say that my son Jake was in counselling but didn’t want to come home as he wanted to stay with his mate. Jake is autistic, as are his other two mates. He only has two mates, as autistic children find it hard to socialise. His other mate died in his sleep the night before and the school had just been informed and they in turn, then informed Jake and his remaining mate. They both chose to stay at school and console each other, rather than come home. He is devastated and it was really difficult to get him to go to bed last night as he thought the same thing would happen to him He’s ok this morning and his thoughts are now with those who made sacrifices for us all. I’m lucky because my son is still with me. I’m lucky because the school handled it so well. I’m lucky because my kids are growing up in a country where the schools place emphasis on mateship, and the honouring and remembering of those who make the supreme sacrifice. I’m lucky because my family has the freedom that others who knew nothing of me, fought for. I’m lucky because I live in the best place on earth where my kids can grow to their full potential and be loved and accepted for what they are, not who they are. I’m lucky because Australia accepted me as a citizen. Thank you Australia and thank you those who fought for, and made Australia what it is today. This poem sums up how I feel about the lifestyle and the fishing here, but it’s more than that. It’s more than being just about boating/fishing, it’s about how lucky I am.

  • KESWICK ISLAND - CHAPTER 5 - CLAMS, TIDES & BARE HANDS
    by Karin Taylor

    KESWICK ISLAND / CHAPTER 5 / CLAMS, TIDES & BARE HANDS* Introduction – Keswick Island – The Famous Five...

  • KESWICK ISLAND - CHAPTER 6 - DRIFTING & DROWNING
    by Karin Taylor

    KESWICK ISLAND / CHAPTER 6 / DRIFTING & DROWNING Introduction – Keswick Island – The Famous Five...

  • KESWICK ISLAND - CHAPTER 7 - BLINDED!!
    by Karin Taylor

    KESWICK ISLAND / CHAPTER 7 / BLINDED! Introduction – Keswick Island...

  • DANCING WINDS
    by Sally Omar

    The winds dance / The waves play / The birds sing / What a wonderful day The boats sail / The sun rises / A day of love / And surprises ...

  • Summer Boats
    by Morgan MacLaren

    A beach in summer, / Sand is warm, / The waves roll in to meet the shore, / Here boats stacked high are waiting for, / Boys and girls whose …

    Another poem I wrote for my grandmother that was inspired by going to the wharf and seeing brightly painted dingy boats stacked up together.

  • Merimbula - pristine beaches and great climate
    by Darren Stones

    Merimbula is a coastal town far enough from the big smoke to inspire hours of relaxation. !http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2038/239135…

    / Darren Stones Travel Photography © Darren Stones 2009 / All Rights Reserved

  • Is it me or what....
    by Andrew Reed

    The storm, o’ so called perfect

  • Experiencing the Wilds and Wildlife of East Gippsland
    by Cheryl Ridge

    Almost like being on a Hollywood film set with wildlife on cue – I was overwhelmed by nature all around me!

    To see all the images from my East Gippsland trip, / please visit my online photo galleries: east gippsland 2009

  • Port Welshpool
    by LeanneNelson

    Not even the bright colours of Port Welshpool Wharf could warm the winter’s day.

  • My sleep comes easy.
    by Cathal .

    As always he was squinting at the horizon when I arrived at the rocks.

    This started as a small ditty for one of Gretchens RB writing exercises. But for some reason the character wouldn’t leave me and I had to engage with the old man again. I think it was the idea of the joy we can bring to others that need company? I Don’t want to sound all tweedle dee dee but in view of the season maybe its worth reminding ourselves that the gift of time is the most precious gift we can give somebody. But it’s also about loving who we have, when we have them.

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