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  • Intro
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  • The Visit
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  • Jan 2024
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Waves wash over the beach,
Surging energy covers the sand.
It’s rapidly spreads to further reach,
To a spot―  right where you stand.

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At times it’s safer just to hide away,
From busy lifestyles all ‘round.
I can’t help being so short and curly,
And I feel better up here off the ground.

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You leave a dismal apartment,
To chill out in bushes and trees.
It’s totally Heaven― a most earthy scent,
Without mention of puppy dog pees―

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They’re drummin’ for Brazilian Art & Culture,
A beat that travels across air with sound.
Such powersome rhythm leads to adventure,
Music and magic surround.

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Ever had your best mate,
Come along for the ride.
They’re hardly ever, over-demanding,
To faithfully stay by your side.

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The bridge will almost last forever,
So you’re safe from getting wet.
It’s easy travelling across the river,
Saving time when deadlines are met
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Driftwood floating on the river. High tide,
May stop while rounding a bend.
Definitely not moving, sounds like it’s snagged,
‘Til  next tide, when it floats free again.

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This bridge was built on this spot,
Seems joints were chopped with an axe.
One post has a hole― don’t think it’s a knot?
A termite cap holds firm with tacks.

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I love how waves come charging in,
No stopping, since more will follow.
Pure white foam is battering the coastline,
All today, all tonight― all tomorrow.

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I wonder where my sunnies went,
It’s so baffling to keep check of things.
Climbing with gear― an awkward time spent,
An overload is how the mystery begins.

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It may take time to climb to the top,
Stumbling over coarse volcanic basalt.
It’s a new adventure― a coastal hop,
Not near as difficult as I thought.

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There’s such an abundance of screw pine,
Growing each way along the coast.
Such a fabulous tree from nature’s design,
To me, it stands out the most.

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Don’t get lost, just follow the sign,
Ignore any pathways on either side.
Follow your nose, don’t stray from that line,
Further up, many steps must be climbed.

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An early morning Southerly is blowing,
Strong waves take a swipe at the shore.
Sand washes away while the tide is rising,
Strong winds throw it up again, more.

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Forceful waves can make things unsettled,
Wild battles between sand and sea.
A rush of water shifts shells and sand,
Squirting, spurting, splashing to be free.

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Fiery bushland bleeds a burning red sunrise,
Southerly storms and rain starts falling.
If it blows in at Fingal, it’s no surprise,
Such angry waves just keep a coming.

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We all like to check things out,
About what the news forecaster said.
Come check it out if you are in doubt,
Still unsure, grab your cell― phone a friend…

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Fish are a challenge to catch,
So you must be prepared to climb.
Careful how the rising waves splash,
Over you and your bait and your line.

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Ever seen this house of light,
Give a wink above pandanus palms.
It guides boats coming too close at night,
One lighthouse in an atmosphere of stars.

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