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Niel J. Edgley

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Wollongong, NSW, Australia

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Murrumbidgee Death Thro's

by

Niel J. Edgley

With liesured hand & curious sight,
the banks i stood beside were bare,
the hot dry mud crunching 'neath my feet,
as i gazed upon catastrophy,
one for which i did not fare,
i walked this soil seven years gone now,
all four,james,linda,ray,&i.

The giant gums once proud & tall,
ghostly towers,limbs bowed in shame,
no creatures of past days,great & small,
no rustling grass,no timid Crane,
no bushfly's,even they are gone,
no King Brown Snake,basking in the sun.

Water flowing,brown & dirty,
thick with salt & tepid silt,
the campsite gum,we once had carved,
our band name "Headstone" on had died,
the river mighty i remember so well,
once the bushmans heaven,
now nature's hell.


Murrumbidgee Death Thro's

by

Niel J. Edgley

With liesured hand & curious sight,
the banks i stood beside were bare,
the hot dry mud crunching 'neath my feet,
as i gazed upon catastrophy,
one for which i did not fare,
i walked this soil seven years gone now,
all four,james,linda,ray,&i.

The giant gums once proud & tall,
ghostly towers,limbs bowed in shame,
no creatures of past days,great & small,
no rustling grass,no timid Crane,
no bushfly's,even they are gone,
no King Brown Snake,basking in the sun.

Water flowing,brown & dirty,
thick with salt & tepid silt,
the campsite gum,we once had carved,
our band name "Headstone" on had died,
the river mighty i remember so well,
once the bushmans heaven,
now nature's hell.


A World Apart

by

Niel J. Edgley

Where the dominions of precious yet morbid existance collide,
gold guilded snowflakes,
wistfully glide,
on the frozen remains,
of a memory,
lost in a timeless tide,
staggering,
and whistling like a madman,
creeping down the alley in the dark,
sliding,
among the shadows of lifes short stride,
pondering,
as a tortured soul wasting failure,
borrowed from an ill fortunate life,
grasping eagerly an offer of hope in one's life,
and then, maybe,
envisioning a rise above the fall,
exasperation spreads,
like a mighty tree, standing stand tall,
in reflection of one's own new presence,
scraped over a living canvas,
to know and undertand the reason for it all,
is now! is now! and forward!.
Niel J. Edgley 04/13