We're up the Currumbin creek this weekend,
Testing some modifications to the kayak.
Outriggers are stable as we motor 'round the bend,
Nearly Timbuktu and then back.
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Testing some modifications to the kayak.
Outriggers are stable as we motor 'round the bend,
Nearly Timbuktu and then back.
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We're on our way up Currumbin creek,
Ridin' by the gum trees and mangroves.
All is quiet 'til you hear a bird shriek,
Could be risky― even dangling your toes.
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Ridin' by the gum trees and mangroves.
All is quiet 'til you hear a bird shriek,
Could be risky― even dangling your toes.
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Down Currumbin Creek we sailed,
The clouds were oh so fine.
Spirits were high 'til we rounded the bend,
Poor prop tangled on fishing line.
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The clouds were oh so fine.
Spirits were high 'til we rounded the bend,
Poor prop tangled on fishing line.
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The beach, a place where dreams intertwine,
Buildings grow together, yet vary in height.
In the morning's glow, it feels simply divine,
Embraced by the glow of soft, golden light.
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Buildings grow together, yet vary in height.
In the morning's glow, it feels simply divine,
Embraced by the glow of soft, golden light.
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A cloud bank drapes the morning light,
The sun waits impatient― unseen.
Veiled against an early morn sight,
'Til the sun tips over the screen.
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The sun waits impatient― unseen.
Veiled against an early morn sight,
'Til the sun tips over the screen.
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Saltwater stirs across shadowed sands,
A full moon throws sparks in flight.
Nocturnal magic lights up waiting hands,
A fleeting grace, moving ever so slight.
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A full moon throws sparks in flight.
Nocturnal magic lights up waiting hands,
A fleeting grace, moving ever so slight.
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The moon may fade, the river may run,
Every love holds a most precious vow.
A heart aches, when love is lost, undone,
The tide, it turns― just about now.
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Every love holds a most precious vow.
A heart aches, when love is lost, undone,
The tide, it turns― just about now.
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This weekend calls for steak seared just right,
Baked potato with salad and roasted capsicum.
Tea is warming, since it's Winter tonight,
Great meal and great company-- simply yum.
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Baked potato with salad and roasted capsicum.
Tea is warming, since it's Winter tonight,
Great meal and great company-- simply yum.
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Their eyes like lanterns, so soft so shy,
They paddle close, then veer away.
They follow our kayak― That’s Emma and I,
“Will you be our friend today?”
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They paddle close, then veer away.
They follow our kayak― That’s Emma and I,
“Will you be our friend today?”
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Two shadows glide on ripples-- slow pace,
Constantly, side-by-side.
Black swans follow― it's a gentle chase,
Of Emma and I on an outgoing tide.
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Constantly, side-by-side.
Black swans follow― it's a gentle chase,
Of Emma and I on an outgoing tide.
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The storms may come, the fibres may fade,
Gentler than paint yet it’s tougher than stone.
A message stays from the marks that they've made,
It clings to a branch― the magic of home.
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Gentler than paint yet it’s tougher than stone.
A message stays from the marks that they've made,
It clings to a branch― the magic of home.
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Rust treatment first, at a gradual pace,
Constant brushwork beneath a blue sky.
Paint in the wind blows spots on your face,
From up on the roof― nearly tree-top high.
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Constant brushwork beneath a blue sky.
Paint in the wind blows spots on your face,
From up on the roof― nearly tree-top high.
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While surroundings flash in Emma's eyes,
The water remains as a still mirrored pane.
Overhead clouds drift across charcoal skies,
Reflections make you wonder― again and again.
The water remains as a still mirrored pane.
Overhead clouds drift across charcoal skies,
Reflections make you wonder― again and again.
