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Anthony Burge Arnhem Land / Australia, Male, 52
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  • POEM: Golden Autumn by Suzette Richards (4/19/2013 3:29:00 AM)

    I read this after watching the Autumn leaves dance on the wind through the wintery grey streets of Sydney today.
    Your words are warm and comforting - It is natures way to ensure that I savour every moment left to me - no rush. My life golden like the leaves....
    Beautiful words Suzette

  • POEM: Golden Autumn by Suzette Richards (4/19/2013 3:27:00 AM)

    I read this after watching the Autumn leaves dance on the wind through the wintery grey streets of Sydney today.
    Your words are warm and comforting - It is natures way to ensure that I savour every moment left to me - no rush. My life golden like the leaves......beautiful words Suzette.

  • POEM: Golden Autumn by Suzette Richards (4/19/2013 3:26:00 AM)

    I read this after watching the Autumn leaves dance on the wind through the wintery grey streets of Sydney today.
    Your words are warm and comforting - It is natures way to ensure that I savour every moment left to me - no rush. My life golden like the leaves.

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  • Anthony Burge (4/8/2013 4:30:00 AM) Post reply

    Hello fellow scribes, I'm new to this forum and look forward to exploring and expanding my creative writing skills through immersion.
    Saltwater observations inspire me to write, wether on, in, under the ocean or in country by lands edge.
    I am lucky to be living in the remote north east Arnhem Land region on Aboriginal Land having relocated with my family from the eastern suburbs of Sydney, Australia.
    I was raised with the ocean as my playground and I'm never happier than when I have the land at my back and the sea out in front.
    This new chapter in my life sees me living alongside Australia's traditional indigenous land owners.
    Living with the Yolngu people, aka the Saltwater people has been a truly spiritual experience that has given me further insight into my heartfelt connection with both land and sea.
    I try to engage the full gamut of emotions in my writing and feel equally at home exploring both light and the dark.
    I wish to explore new genres in this forum and will add to my works from time to time.

    'I wrestle with words be they spoken or inked.
    Happy to share and hear what you think.'

    Looking forward to reading your works.

    Regards; Anthony Burge

  • Anthony Burge (4/6/2013 12:37:00 PM) Post reply

    The fog crept twixt the stick straight trees

    rolled low across the ground.

    The yellow moon shone frosted grass

    and nothing made a sound.

    A low-slung Dingo slunk in the shadows

    propped at the edge of a clearing.

    His tattered ears swivel fore and aft

    alert to the sounds not hearing.

    Trotting across the glassy grass

    beneath the smoky haze.

    Weaving between the fallen trees

    by scent through well trod maze.

    Tall crosshatched shadows cast moonlit trunks

    across the sodden earth.

    Pandanus palms dance eerie light

    knee deep in dewy surf.

    Propped stopped again, ears pricked, eyes sharp,

    Paw raised, held breath, breaks into a gallop,

    hunting on the hurry.

    A panicked fluster of night bird feathers

    flees upon the wing.

    Caught between the Dingoes teeth

    no longer will she sing.

    The mournful cry of a lonesome bullocky

    like a ship through the thickening fog.

    Answered by another

    from a distant wetland bog.

    Frozen Dingo feathered mouth

    stands silent in the mist.

    Till all is clear and fog bound sound

    is hushed in natures list.

    Head dipped low, cross rock, twixt trees

    beneath the slippery fog.

    He trots a wary traveler,

    to his lair the wild bush dog.

    Anthony Burge

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