Poems
Mallacoota
To the shores of Mallacoota,
Ted Harrington
Feeling heartsick and depressed,
From the tumult of the city,
I arrived a stranger guest,
Kindly hearts were there to greet me,
Friendly voices welcomed me;
In the house above the inlet,
Looking o’er the sunlit sea.
On the shores of Mallacoota,
Where the billows shoreward roll,
I have found a balm and solace,
For my overburdened soul,
For the glory of the morning,
And the splendor of the eve,
Has enchanted me and chained me,
And has made me loath to leave.
Mallacoota in the limelight,
Has a glory all its own;
When the mighty sea is muttering,
In a muffled undertone.
And when the rain is on the waters,
And the heavens give no light,
Then the light of mighty Gabo,
Like a great sword cleaves the night.
I have always loved the forest,
I have always loved the sea;
Now here in Mallacoota
Both my loves seem close to me.
I can feel their mighty pulses,
I can hear their great hearts beat,
With the forest close behind me
And the ocean at my feet.
We are all a part of nature,
Part of what we feel and see;
And I feel that Mallacoota,
Has become a part of me.
And wherever I may wander
Or whatever beacons burn,
To the shores of Mallacoota
I will once again return.
thetrustedtraveller.com
Rosemary Hanna’s work to ponder on
People First by Rosemary Hannah
People First by Rosemary Hannah
People first is best always
We are all in humanities boat
Let us help each other to keep afloat
And with charity number all our days.
To treat each other with respect and dignity
To encourage talent, giftedness and ability
To celebrate and express laughter and gaiety
To be mindful, to take account and responsibility
To do works of mercy, of goodness, of charity
To exercise kindness, patience and equality.
To acknowledge the mutuality of a human nature
To take courage, be strong and be mature
To study, learn and come up to our full measure
To bring others happiness, enjoyment and pleasure
To listen, extend understanding and a kind gesture
To see each other as being precious and a treasure.
To live a life of mildness, care and simplicity
To maintain a position of meekness and humility
To tolerate differences and respect cultural diversity
To value community and maintain a stance of civility
To benefit from silence, stillness and tranquillity
To work towards peaceful accord, harmony and unity.
People first is best always
We are all in humanity’s, boat
Let us help each other to keep afloat
And with charity number all our days.
TAKE CARE
Take Care
By Rosemary Hannah
Take care good words to say
Two other people along life’s way
In the hope of another’s worth, securing
Their value to us acknowledging, ensuring
Meaning that there is only but one of you
In all of the infinite universe true
Therefore you are special and irreplaceable
So with yourself be sensible and capable
Appreciate and enjoy your life portion
Granting a kind and cordial disposition
Value your strengths, gifts and talents
Accept and share them as compliments
Keep good company, create good memories
Read books, listen to and tell stories
Do your best, smile, do good deeds
Attend to your daily basic needs
Value your days tasks, work or vocation
Celebrate every memorable special occasion
Find friends, with yourself remain true
Take time to relax, listen to music and song
Away an apart from business and the throng
Take a break, have a rest, go on holidays
Maybe a day of ease and leisure on Sundays
Be inspired write, draw, paint, play, be creative
Be charitable. Forgive, live and let live
Acquire and maintain a sense of respect
Good choices, wise decisions, decide on, select
Be with yourself accepting, reasonable and kind
Inner calm, contentment and peaceful rest, find
Let appreciation and gratitude, be your attitude
In company, among family, friends and in solitude.
The Bad Old Days
by Robert Whitter
I often choose to reminisce,
Of times away back when.
Old Henry Lawson noted down,
Some findings with a pen.
Life was so much simpler then’
He went where he was took.
He scribbled notes along the way,
In hopes to write a Book.
Henry landed down at “Coota”
In the lap of his mate Brady.
A writer and a shooter,
At a spot so green and shadey.
Days removed from traffic,
From crowds and crush on trams.
They walked the coast for miles and miles,
Their pack with bread and jam.
They gazed upon the traders,
Sailing cutters there and Ketches.
Making notes with pen and paper,
And even drawing sketches.
What salad days they did enjoy,
Those two good mates of old.
With fish and fowl to help them through,
Those Days of solid Gold.
Robert Whiter, well-known poet from Eden, NSW RBW…..1/10/2025