The first thing to say is that Sunday 1st September was a gorgeous Spring day. A lot of people thought so and chose Mackenzies Flat for a picnic; there were kids, dogs, backpackers, people, everywhere.
One of our number chose to stay at the rotunda, and all her "small stones" were about the activity around her.
"Small stones" was the focus: short grabs of impressions. Another of our group just could not help making her small stones rhyme: what a talent!
Here are some of our creations ...
Between big stepping stones
Water makes a twinkling sound.
Christina listens as one composer to another.
Native
grass green and bright
And frogs croaking with delight
And frogs croaking with delight
Networks
of blackened branches
Outlined
against the sun
Prolonging
their life of beauty
Beside
the creek, the path
winds
unending, trodden by lost generations
of
walkers, whose voices
linger
on in the rustle of the trees
Ants
scattering around
Finding their way back underground
Finding their way back underground
The
ant tugs, grimly,
at
a scrap of bread
- no feast for it, either!
The funereal ants
Pick up the bodies
Of those we squashed.
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Warm air slides across my body
Ironing out the wrinkles of winter.
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chairs are dusted off and
Stretch in the warm air.
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Pink hats, pink shoes,
Pink shirts, pink tights
Girls are paying football
Together in the park
Until the boys take over.
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