As if by magic, she swam ashore,
Inspectors in black tied her up.
She wasn't being offensive, so why?
Now she's trapped, poor sweet buttercup.
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Inspectors in black tied her up.
She wasn't being offensive, so why?
Now she's trapped, poor sweet buttercup.
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As Australia drifts further north each year, I often wonder if we'll ever meet with Loch Ness? This year at Currumbin SWELL festival we have eye-witness reports that beggars belief. (see picture...)
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What a shock beneath the blazing sun,
With long wiry legs for a swift stride.
Wave your towel, do a backward run,
Let’s hope your car's parked close by.
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With long wiry legs for a swift stride.
Wave your towel, do a backward run,
Let’s hope your car's parked close by.
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The Koala population lives on in trees,
They’re not safe from flames up there.
With a main diet of eucalyptus leaves,
There’s hardly much more they can bear.
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They’re not safe from flames up there.
With a main diet of eucalyptus leaves,
There’s hardly much more they can bear.
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I guess you could call it a bower bug,
The way it collects its junk to roll home.
There are lots of things this bug has undug,
Currumbin beach is where these bugs roam.
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The way it collects its junk to roll home.
There are lots of things this bug has undug,
Currumbin beach is where these bugs roam.
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A silver fish hangs just above the ground,
Sounds, they echo through trees.
Glowingly lit, deep sea-crets abound,
It sways― to almost dance in the breeze.
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Sounds, they echo through trees.
Glowingly lit, deep sea-crets abound,
It sways― to almost dance in the breeze.
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Leave them in the coastal sun too long,
And their fuzzy dark heads become bright.
As puffy white clouds, forever move on,
Such fuzzy-wuzzy angels’ delight.
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And their fuzzy dark heads become bright.
As puffy white clouds, forever move on,
Such fuzzy-wuzzy angels’ delight.
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These soldier crabs are pretty shy,
Always dig for a new hiding place.
In formation they march in whopper supply,
The ones at Currumbin are all best of mates.
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Always dig for a new hiding place.
In formation they march in whopper supply,
The ones at Currumbin are all best of mates.
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From the depths of Currumbin sea,
It creeps ashore from the darkened deep.
This monster stirs with robotic ease,
Awoken from endless sleep.
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It creeps ashore from the darkened deep.
This monster stirs with robotic ease,
Awoken from endless sleep.
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Amidst the branches, coiled with grace,
Luminescent scales, a radiant mark.
A glowing serpent finds its place,
Guided through velvet dark.
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Luminescent scales, a radiant mark.
A glowing serpent finds its place,
Guided through velvet dark.
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A cool breeze is offering a shy reply,
In the background a gentle ocean call.
Puffy clouds hover across the night sky,
Tiny Tree of Life whispers through all.
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In the background a gentle ocean call.
Puffy clouds hover across the night sky,
Tiny Tree of Life whispers through all.
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A lone palm rises from the moonless shore,
Coconuts are made of filters in disguise.
Its fronds fine-forged thin, made from iron ore,
One tall secret beneath clouded skies.
The stem is a spine of welded kegs,
A fence nearby hums ocean’s breath.
Standing firm on rusted reo pegs,
Captured in night’s darkest depth.
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Coconuts are made of filters in disguise.
Its fronds fine-forged thin, made from iron ore,
One tall secret beneath clouded skies.
The stem is a spine of welded kegs,
A fence nearby hums ocean’s breath.
Standing firm on rusted reo pegs,
Captured in night’s darkest depth.
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“Exit stage left,” some little ones motioned,
It’s now time to set themselves free.
Out they crawl from their nest in the sand,
Hatchlings begin their first journey.
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It’s now time to set themselves free.
Out they crawl from their nest in the sand,
Hatchlings begin their first journey.
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This coconut palm waits for a huge sunrise,
Well, not today but some time tomorrow on.
A surfboard props against the western side,
To drift with high tide and be gone.
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Well, not today but some time tomorrow on.
A surfboard props against the western side,
To drift with high tide and be gone.
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The knitter must have really huge hands,
To knit and purl is such a display.
With cotton or even acrylic strands,
A cosy hammock for Koalas night and day.
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To knit and purl is such a display.
With cotton or even acrylic strands,
A cosy hammock for Koalas night and day.
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Who's that creeping up the shore.
To the tree of life in early morn' light,
I don't think I've ever seen one before?
Seems friendly― "I don't think he'll bite..."
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To the tree of life in early morn' light,
I don't think I've ever seen one before?
Seems friendly― "I don't think he'll bite..."
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A hovercraft has landed in Currumbin town,
No slamming doors, just strap yourself tight.
The electric motors, are so sleek and sound,
But then again― I wonder if it really might?
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No slamming doors, just strap yourself tight.
The electric motors, are so sleek and sound,
But then again― I wonder if it really might?
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Three bales of hay on a Currumbin holiday,
Sun-kissed and away from the farm.
No cows to court, no fields to lay,
Just gossiping gulls and Springtime charm.
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Sun-kissed and away from the farm.
No cows to court, no fields to lay,
Just gossiping gulls and Springtime charm.
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Morning has broken like the first morning,
Beach life has crept up, like the last tide.
Hooray for the singing, hooray, it’s a swell happening,
Hooray for us springing― fresh from the world.
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Beach life has crept up, like the last tide.
Hooray for the singing, hooray, it’s a swell happening,
Hooray for us springing― fresh from the world.
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Morning has broken like the first morning,
Bin King has flown in, like dawn's first bird.
Praise for its royalty, praise for its calling,
Praise this royal hero, for gracing our world.
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Bin King has flown in, like dawn's first bird.
Praise for its royalty, praise for its calling,
Praise this royal hero, for gracing our world.
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How on earth do sharks swim inland?
I’m puzzled how they cruise a sandy tide.
Being adventurous-- with GPS on hand,
And Google maps makes a pretty cool ride.
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I’m puzzled how they cruise a sandy tide.
Being adventurous-- with GPS on hand,
And Google maps makes a pretty cool ride.
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Currumbin beach is where time runs deep,
A cradle for dreams and salt crusted lore.
All footprints fade but memories keep
Where like minds gather and spirits soar.
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A cradle for dreams and salt crusted lore.
All footprints fade but memories keep
Where like minds gather and spirits soar.
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Emma and I at the Seaway.
This afternoon we had time out,
With a run where it's doggy free.
We set up tripod, took self-timer snaps,
One of the best spots that could ever be.
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This afternoon we had time out,
With a run where it's doggy free.
We set up tripod, took self-timer snaps,
One of the best spots that could ever be.
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Emma and I were soon heading back,
But I craved Peters seafood take-away.
I loaded us in, we drove down the track,
Wafting a hot snapper and calamari bouquet.
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But I craved Peters seafood take-away.
I loaded us in, we drove down the track,
Wafting a hot snapper and calamari bouquet.
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