Poets Corner

Man with drink in his hand

Our Tilba

Hills here, they roll
with green and gold.
Black cockies in the air with the sun,
and woodsmoke in the air with the cold.

A few schooners after work in the summer;
in the winter, the schooners are filled with ‘Old’.

There’s stories here
and they’re printed in the pavement.
They whisper to you,
wherever you walk on Bate Street.
The wall of every building will sing its unique song,
and before you know it,
you’re on Tilba Time; nothing ever takes too long.

All places here appeal to someone; … Read more »

Quaama Sunset

The afternoon sun through clouds did fight,
Then softened the hills in golden light.

Through trees and rooftops its last rays play,
A fiery farewell to another day.

No city skyline could better this view,
Just sunset in Quaama ~~ simple and true.

Kym Mogridge 2026

 

Woman and her dog

My life sandwich

Base solid and sturdy

strong like the Icelandic roots

 

topped with Danish softness

of greens, ham and cheese

 

spiced

with Middle Eastern

flavours and fragrances

 

a little touch

of European diversities

 

a splash of American fun

African adventure

and Asian amazement

 

the Australian top crust

still thin and crisp

but growing more solid

every day

 

yet light enough

to lift off

for adding more flavours

of the world.

 

VJM Anderson