The sun stood still,
On ole Burleigh Hill.
And lingered until,
My dream came true.
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On ole Burleigh Hill.
And lingered until,
My dream came true.
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Sunday morning begins by cruising around,
Movement flickering, action here and there.
Emma is on lookout, she scans without a sound,
If it doesn’t swim or fly― it’s a drop bear.
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Movement flickering, action here and there.
Emma is on lookout, she scans without a sound,
If it doesn’t swim or fly― it’s a drop bear.
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It’s breakfast time in the mangroves,
Darters surface with a wriggly treat.
“Drop it and its ours,” said one of the Pelicans,
His beak stretching north, south, west and east.
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Darters surface with a wriggly treat.
“Drop it and its ours,” said one of the Pelicans,
His beak stretching north, south, west and east.
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It’s breakfast time for Darter birds,
Three Pelicans await their turn.
“Time to leave!” their leader chirps,
Over there we can dive down again.
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Three Pelicans await their turn.
“Time to leave!” their leader chirps,
Over there we can dive down again.
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It’s such an amazing place for arts and crafts,
Roller skating, acting, even strum fine guitar.
The workroom fills with ever friendly chats,
Everybody Now, shows how passionate they are.
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Roller skating, acting, even strum fine guitar.
The workroom fills with ever friendly chats,
Everybody Now, shows how passionate they are.
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While on my way out this morning,
I was greeted by a Milkweed Locust.
It gorges on toxic plants― most anything,
Also known as the farmer’s pest.
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I was greeted by a Milkweed Locust.
It gorges on toxic plants― most anything,
Also known as the farmer’s pest.
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“There’s a full moon at the Spit tonight,
Must hurry to get a front row seat.
Because I’m still in love with you,
On this harvest moon...”
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Must hurry to get a front row seat.
Because I’m still in love with you,
On this harvest moon...”
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I’d rather a picture at sunrise, instead of late in the day,
Dawn shots are more appealing to me.
I could wait for tonight’s moon and a star filled sky,
Only at high tide― I’ll get washed out to sea.
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Dawn shots are more appealing to me.
I could wait for tonight’s moon and a star filled sky,
Only at high tide― I’ll get washed out to sea.
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I met a mermaid today who offered her hand,
She shimmered like sunbeams that lit up the sky.
I stood there bedazzled—my jaw hit the sand,
She flipped her tail once then waved me goodbye.
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She shimmered like sunbeams that lit up the sky.
I stood there bedazzled—my jaw hit the sand,
She flipped her tail once then waved me goodbye.
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It’s pretty early when the trawlers come home,
At night they are rocking and swaying.
Not much light, too much cloud in the way,
Listen hard― you can hear seabirds sing.
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At night they are rocking and swaying.
Not much light, too much cloud in the way,
Listen hard― you can hear seabirds sing.
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A small piece of history I pass by each day,
From days of olde, a Century or two passed.
Present day, some say, “come what may?”
Our history endures― with lessons that last.
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From days of olde, a Century or two passed.
Present day, some say, “come what may?”
Our history endures― with lessons that last.
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We’re Launching from Mackintosh Island today,
For a sheer magical experience on the water.
Cool breeze and sunshine show us the way,
Let's make our way up the river.
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For a sheer magical experience on the water.
Cool breeze and sunshine show us the way,
Let's make our way up the river.
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I wake to feel her tiny paws tread,
Little Emma climbs softly on my chest.
I lift the sheets; she slides down the bed,
Helps me remake it― how she knows best.
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Little Emma climbs softly on my chest.
I lift the sheets; she slides down the bed,
Helps me remake it― how she knows best.
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The sky had overfilled with cloud,
No sun, there’s not much chance.
A cool morning, the wind blew hard,
Even waves were forgetting to dance.
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No sun, there’s not much chance.
A cool morning, the wind blew hard,
Even waves were forgetting to dance.
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Went for a party at the lighthouse cottages,
A huge celebration for a Polynesian friend.
And the view was the best― if ever there was,
The best sunrise, best gathering― I’d recommend.
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A huge celebration for a Polynesian friend.
And the view was the best― if ever there was,
The best sunrise, best gathering― I’d recommend.
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I rowed ashore once the Black Serpent dropped anchor,
Spotted a lookout just up the beach.
I met a local islander and said that I liked her,
But her curious monkey always kept out of reach.
Her monkey leapt and tossed my hat in the water,
My friend laughed loud and fell on the sand.
I said, “If that’s your monkey, you really oughta,
Teach him pirate manners― to at least shake my hand!”
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Spotted a lookout just up the beach.
I met a local islander and said that I liked her,
But her curious monkey always kept out of reach.
Her monkey leapt and tossed my hat in the water,
My friend laughed loud and fell on the sand.
I said, “If that’s your monkey, you really oughta,
Teach him pirate manners― to at least shake my hand!”
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