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HMS Endeavour, 3-masted British square-rigger as used by Capt. J.Cook during his first expedition.1764

Montague Dawson, The Silver Moon - Nocturne.

Thank you Rahowa.Ralph 

JOADJA Creek.  ©

Yesteryear ... yesterday
Oh so many passed your way.
Full of hopes, full of dreams ...
Those men who worked the shale seams.

Ladies plied their womanly ways
As their children laughed at play.
Dappled sunlight filtered through
As evening brought its' velvet hue.

The School of Arts
Lit up the night
With song and dance,
A merry sight.

Joadja Creek we love you still
Cradled by those ageless hills ...
Tucked away from sight and sound
So the wildlife still abounds.

Wild goats roam the hills at will ...
Venturing down to drink their fill
Of waters... clean and clear and cool
Which eddy down to mirror pools.

Wombats wobble from our way ...
The whispering elms still have their say.
Goannas scale the trees to view,
Then we see the herds of roo.

Oh if it could but stay this way
Air like crystal ... sharp and still.
Sunlight glistening through the glades
On sparkling pools, till daylight fades.

For now the stream is pure and clean
Meandering through this nook of dreams,
In beauteous ways ... so hard to say
And trees grow wild, in vast array.

Still we feel the presence here
Of many a soul who spent their years,
Nurtured here beneath the cliffs.
A world apart ... yet still with fears.

The harshness of the wind and wet
The roar of fire ... racing yet.
Of sickness, and the pangs of death,
Far away from kin they left.

Yet the days were mellow too
And daily order was the way.
Youth were schooled, and had their say
And life ... much as it is today.

Except, there was a magic here
Fruit grew sweet; and meat was lean.
Flowers bloomed ... all produce too ...
And homes were neat, an ideal scene.

Now, amid the ruins we stand
Soul to soul, entwined and bound.
Blended with the earth, are we
As memories echo the hills around.

Janadele Ryman Stewart.                                  <: )))>><
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