© Harold Meston 1995

I leaned against the railing of the liner at the pier
and waved with gay abandon to the people standing near –
I searched the seaof faces on the dockside far below,
to see if I would recognise a face that I might know.

I scanned the many faces as I stood there at the rail
and hoped that I would see one face who’d come to see me sail;

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 © Harold Meston 2004

Today we saw the sunrise
beyond the distant hills
then held in awe the clearest skies
the bushland, and the rills-
the morning air was fresh and clear
we felt a gentle breeze
we saw Bush creatures wake and peer
from beneath the trees;

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