By Alex Lire[1] One day I laughed by a careless stream And felt the birds in my heart, The beauty was that of a witch’s dream, A cloud, a wind, a part   Of the sun that then fell on my face...

By Barrie Reid[1] Jack Reeves left home at the fifteenth anger went out west with cattle. Proud with the pride of his sixteen years he rode where the dust is on the wattle. All the suburb’s talk ...

By Grace Perry[1]. The air was hushed with voiceless loveliness That trembled on the crystal brink of song, While waiting flowers drooped their heads in prayer. The fading sunlight tarried them a...