Occasionally I like to post some older poems. It gives a bit of a mix. It also helps us see what is enduring in writers and what changes.
In Yowaka’s twists and bends,
The peace follows in the breeze,
The calm is balm to all its friends,
Who shelter ‘neath its trees.
The mullet jump at passing insects skimming water’s top,
Flathead sink in sandy hollows in the river’s pools,
And then you hear a plop!
As children jump from the pontoon, when they’ve come home from schools!
Canoes you see a paddling,
Up river or down the mouth,
Cars the bends are straddling,
On the Highway north or south.
Fisher folk with plenty of pluck,
Cast into the balmy brine,
A puffer fish might test their luck,
Or a whiting find their line.
But the Kooris know the spots to go,
To find fish in scales or shells,
With patience that lets them take it slow,
And their dreaming giving them spells.
The Yowaka’s been here longer than us,
And will be when we’re gone,
It wends its way with little fuss,
Sparkling in the sun.
Simon C.J. Falk 21 December 2008