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Have you ever paddled along Currumbin Creek,
There’s a high King tide and the weather is fine.
I went to photograph on Thursday this week,
The cloud, the reflections― divine.
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These Darters always linger, close at hand,
They might ripple with a side-to-side sway,
Their clustered ranks stand end to end.
Queensland darters― such a sparkling array.
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Five black Darter birds dive in the creek,
One sees some breakfast wriggle free.
The other four cheer with a footballer's shriek,
How good can five Darter birds be..?
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You always know when Christmas is here
Everyone comes to the beach with new stuff
Parking is a challenge, could be a nightmare
Santa’s sleigh even got clamped― that's tough!
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Burleigh hill called my name Sunday morning,
An orange glow began warming the sky.
"Yep, another fine day," I heard a voice saying,
Such a perfectly delicious reply.
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At 4:42 a.m. Burleigh sunrise was aflame,
At 4:42 p.m. it’s cut-the-lawn time again.
There was hardly a moment for daydream,
Such precious moments― Yin-yang.
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Morning has broken, over the shore,
Surfers ride waves, some sit, others roam.
The sun's golden glow has us yearning for more,
A fuzzy-wuzzy feeling follows us home.
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The Sea Hibiscus breaks off to float,
So light it carries upriver.
Such a refreshing, teeny yellow boat,
Floating mid-stream, upstream― all over.
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Jingle bells, jingle bells, they stop my hens from layin’,
Stop the bells! We’ll have more eggs. That’s all I’m sayin’.
I wonder what the neighbours’ll think if we lose our festive rings,
Still you’ll hear a “Yo-ho-ho” ev’ry time ole Saint Nick sings.
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The wind sweeps wide across our rugged land,
It twists and dances where beaches lie.
Forever shifting restless grains of sand,
Getting in everywhere― just because, that's why!
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