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Vietnam 1969

All his life he lived by the sea
And often dreamed of the gentle tide
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I am seeing it all now12/2/17

I am seeing it all now
Sadly, as a last farewell.
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So we must come to the ending of days - Family 9/2/17

So we must come to the ending of days,
Of conversations
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Noongah - Sunk 25/8/69

I stand facing the lake
And the wind whipping at white caps
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John Hulse - 18/9/20
7/11/50 - 24/7/11

Almost every night,
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Photograph - 9 CT Domed Glass Locket - 5/1/16
(Lorne estate jewellery shop)

So, this is where I found you
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When they found him...

When they found him
There was nothing else
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Bali - 22/7/15

'It's the not knowing' you said.
'It's the not knowing when'.
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Poems Come as Pirates 5/9/09

Poems come as pirates,
Unexpected.
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To Ben 19/11/2014

We are a few
Of those
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Glenrowan Pub 24/1/15

I met a shearer at a bar
Who chatted for awhile,
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Shanghai Garden 23/8/15

I begged a brolly from the desk
And wandered in the rain
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Our Father's Suit - 10/2/15

This is the suit our father loved.
His voice still echos
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Until the end..

Until the end I will submit
These tears of tiny observation shed
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Birthday Card to Heidi 17/8/01

Half darkness led them,
The young girl and her father
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The world was made round....20/3/11

He took her to an old pub in Collingwood
And held her hand through the music.
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Garden Umbrella 18/8/12

I have been blind
For far too long,
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Parents 12/6/16

I wonder if my parents will remember me?
Now they are gone.
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To Jemma - Shanghai 18/3/16

'I am done with this day,
And it with me.
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Jemma's Picture 13/5/16

The fact that you stopped to capture this
The fact that you saw at all
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Vietnam 1969

Vietnam 1969

All his life he lived by the sea
And often dreamed of the gentle tide
That lapped gingerly
On his Vietnam.
Probing in the rocks for crabs
Sliding under their shells
And drawing back
When they lay naked on the sand.

The people often heard him
Singing softly to himself
About his tide and the soft water
That he dwelt in,
Yet when the soldiers came
And dragged him helpless by his hands
Bewildered as the sun descending
Cast his shadow on the sands
He lay naked where they left him
Pegged by a bayonet to the ground
And in the rising tide
He drowned.

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