Frank Halliwell Poems

The rigging sings the north wind's song,
Through all the sheets it's sighing.
The pirate crew atoning now
In time that flight is buying.
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At dawn you hear the crackle
As the sap in frozen trees
Splits the tree trunks like a gunshot
Down below fifty degrees.
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Past the endless chain of beaches,
Past the surf and golden sand.
In the outback of Australia;
...In the Never-never land.
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They congregate at break of day,
when night is almost done,
for a joyous benediction
to the rising of the sun.
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In the fading days of summer; in the early afternoon,
We climbed the path that winds to Dorry's Ridge..
Where the crispness of the autumn air fortold a snowfall soon
On the rolling hills beyond the Springtown Bridge.
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Frank Halliwell
Jimboomba, Qld.Oz.

Around me spin the galaxies which I have helped to chart
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Beware my friend they're watching you
They record every fact
No overt trick escapes concern
They know your every act! alliwell
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The coffee's packed, and sugar too....
(I DID forget the cup!)
It looks like that should be the lot...
I'm off before sunup!
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Dorry's Ridge
Frank Halliwell

In the fading days of summer; in the early afternoon,
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The king, the Queen, the Knight, the Pawn.
All wonder where their friends have gone!
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