| POETRY |
| NightRider Dark, spooky night cloaks the forest. Wind sighs through the treetops Limbs creak, groan at its passing. Possums croak and wheeze, a death rattle Counterpoint to the Morepork�s haunting call. Suddenly order is disturbed An intruder, dark and unseen. A Cyclops eye cuts through the blackness Nightrider, pedalling hard, Tyres chasing a fleeing pool of light. His passing marked by Crunching gravel under rubber Swirling dust and skittering stones. The questing eye of light Probes the onrushing trail Shadows quickly flicker and die. The path narrows, trees crowd in hard unyielding Branches clutch and grasp. And the worm of fear stirs within. He hesitates, tucks and punches through. His breath an explosive release Adrenaline surges as he pumps the air Order returns with his passing Night reclaims the forest And silence lays heavy in his wake. � Michael H McPhillips - February 2002 |
| The River�s Spirit ------------------------------ Born high midst ice and snow A stripling, gaining volume Growing stronger on its outward journey. The river runs chuckling to itself Flowing, swirling along its bed Echoing through rocky canyon Singing a siren song to the sky Slowing, spiralling gently in eddy Quickening, shouting as it Brawls and bounds through rapid. Cascading over the edge Freefalling into the roiling drop zone Of a waterfall In flood, powerful, destructive Implacable, tearing and gouging at the land Inexorably laying waste to the land MHM � March 2002 |
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