Sunrise, Sunset
written by: Don Flecknoe
Fading stars in the morning light,
Sun leaps over a slate grey sea,
And spills a river of moulten gold.
Waves tumble, thunder to the shore,
Seagulls resounding calls,
Herald a new day.
***
High dunes, adorned with spinifex,
Stunted, twisted, gnarly heath,
Sculpted by the wind.
A sandy track leads to a wood,
Lofty she-oaks tower above,
The dappled path ahead.
A lyrebird scratches at the earth,
Startled by our intrusion,
A glimpse alone is our reward.
***
We’ve walked this path many times,
Find each bend a moment new,
A memory to savour.
And now we sit and watch the setting sun,
Sink through fading copper clouds,
The future, still a mystery.
I have been a member of the Poets and Writers on the Tweed for over five years and have been writing for pleasure for over fifteen years. I am a retired architect, 83 years old. In my career I have been required to write detailed submissions to governmental departments and councils.
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