Friday afternoon, the end of the week,
We come here to watch dolphins play.
We itch for a paddle, a cold beer and a steak,
Our survival plan from sunset today.
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We come here to watch dolphins play.
We itch for a paddle, a cold beer and a steak,
Our survival plan from sunset today.
JSMedia©2026
It’s really nice to cruise near the shore,
Emma has the best spot on the bow.
“It's all mine to roam and explore,
Here come more dolphins― holy cow!”
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Emma has the best spot on the bow.
“It's all mine to roam and explore,
Here come more dolphins― holy cow!”
JSMedia©2026
A sunny day is almost over,
The afternoon is slowing down.
Tonight we'll float all night on water,
In the silence-- with hardly a sound.
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The afternoon is slowing down.
Tonight we'll float all night on water,
In the silence-- with hardly a sound.
JSMedia©2026
Hibiscus and soft reflections beneath the bridge,
Pedestrians pass by either way night and day.
High‑rise gathered on the river's edge,
With a summer breeze that refuses to stray.
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Pedestrians pass by either way night and day.
High‑rise gathered on the river's edge,
With a summer breeze that refuses to stray.
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This morning was quiet, no movement in sight,
A gold horizon, sky dusted in blue.
Morning breeze hugs you, unlike last night,
The moon stood still, on Burleigh hill too.
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A gold horizon, sky dusted in blue.
Morning breeze hugs you, unlike last night,
The moon stood still, on Burleigh hill too.
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The sun is reaching, stretching radiant beams,
To show us a new day is coming.
Ever so gentle, for now, it seems,
Close by, active locals are running.
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To show us a new day is coming.
Ever so gentle, for now, it seems,
Close by, active locals are running.
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It'll catch your breath once it comes into view,
From a golden eye in the sky.
Take a glimpse, watch it power on through,
For a new day, a new way― let's try.
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From a golden eye in the sky.
Take a glimpse, watch it power on through,
For a new day, a new way― let's try.
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The locals drift in for their morning ritual,
Friends greet friends, strangers nod over lattes.
Finding a spot-on old Burleigh Hill,
It’s one of the most agreeable habitats.
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Friends greet friends, strangers nod over lattes.
Finding a spot-on old Burleigh Hill,
It’s one of the most agreeable habitats.
JSMedia©2026
A local sunrise spills gold far and wide,
Rocky outcrops of Burleigh give way.
Surf skis glide, silhouettes side by side,
Nature’s hiccup― yet another perfect Thursday.
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Rocky outcrops of Burleigh give way.
Surf skis glide, silhouettes side by side,
Nature’s hiccup― yet another perfect Thursday.
JSMedia©2026
This social media has really got me stuck,
Whether you have two legs or maybe even four.
The name has changed from doggy to digital park,
Everyone's inactive― it's just stop-watch-explore.
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Whether you have two legs or maybe even four.
The name has changed from doggy to digital park,
Everyone's inactive― it's just stop-watch-explore.
JSMedia©2026
Have you ever held on to a memory of your past because it was just so amazing. I travelled from Sydney by train with about 31 other boys destined for unknown places in far north NSW. My first stopover was Bonalbo. I stayed with a family who had a large barn out back where horses were brought when their shoes had worn out.
"That's how we shod horses," said Tom Hale, Bonalbo born and bred. I was taken to a 3 a.m. milk collection from farms. I sat in an old pickup truck with Tom's son Garry. We sort of got on okay. I often heard him getting into some wild arguments with his sister. I was shown the local stock yards and went on adventures with Tom and Garry.
The final day, they bid me farewell and I boarded a train for Byron Bay. I was greeted by Mr Pat Simpson, the chief ranger for Byron Bay. We drove to his house beside the beach. It was a modest fibro home with shed in the yard for chickens and a garage. This lovely spot was right on the beachfront.
Mr Simpson took me inside where his wife and four daughters sat on the lounge giggling away, their mother was knitting. I met Pat junior and his brother Ray, who worked at the abattoir up the road. It was awkward being fussed over by four girls but that was mostly around meal time. Pat jr. showed me around Byron to climb the headland, the beaches― even lay pennies on the railway track, to say we'd come back after the next train had gone past.
Ranger Simpson took me out in his truck and we checked water reservoirs. We then visited the Byron Bay lighthouse. The clifftops were dotted with mountain goats and the days were exciting, with always plenty to explore.
Down at the rail line, we found two flat pennies. Pat showed me a Bush Nut tree beside the tracks, saying that the nuts tasted like almonds. I was amazed about this tree growing wild. I remembered many things when our train took us back to Sydney. It was so good, how could I ever forget the days I stayed in Northern NSW.
JSMedia©2026
"That's how we shod horses," said Tom Hale, Bonalbo born and bred. I was taken to a 3 a.m. milk collection from farms. I sat in an old pickup truck with Tom's son Garry. We sort of got on okay. I often heard him getting into some wild arguments with his sister. I was shown the local stock yards and went on adventures with Tom and Garry.
The final day, they bid me farewell and I boarded a train for Byron Bay. I was greeted by Mr Pat Simpson, the chief ranger for Byron Bay. We drove to his house beside the beach. It was a modest fibro home with shed in the yard for chickens and a garage. This lovely spot was right on the beachfront.
Mr Simpson took me inside where his wife and four daughters sat on the lounge giggling away, their mother was knitting. I met Pat junior and his brother Ray, who worked at the abattoir up the road. It was awkward being fussed over by four girls but that was mostly around meal time. Pat jr. showed me around Byron to climb the headland, the beaches― even lay pennies on the railway track, to say we'd come back after the next train had gone past.
Ranger Simpson took me out in his truck and we checked water reservoirs. We then visited the Byron Bay lighthouse. The clifftops were dotted with mountain goats and the days were exciting, with always plenty to explore.
Down at the rail line, we found two flat pennies. Pat showed me a Bush Nut tree beside the tracks, saying that the nuts tasted like almonds. I was amazed about this tree growing wild. I remembered many things when our train took us back to Sydney. It was so good, how could I ever forget the days I stayed in Northern NSW.
JSMedia©2026
