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Sacred Waters

Water was sacred either as a shower squirted out of a sprinkler on the backyard lawn to run through and cool us on hot summer days or splashed from a font when making the sign of the cross as we entered St Mary's for Sunday mass. It was more so when held within the banks of the Port Adelaide River, its tidal flow a pulse that pumped through the city's very heart. It was my Jordan and Ganges though in grandeur and size, its upper reaches was little more than a creek clogged with mangroves and mud. Its main channel was dredged and widened for ships. The river nurtured me, fed my appetite for myth and wonder and carried my history in its dark, oily flow. I both loved and loathed it for holding me to a mortgage. It took a lifetime to pay off. I still long to go back and stand on its banks, bathe my feet in its waters - make peace - return one more time to what was once my home. Though now, I doubt I will ever see the Port River again.

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Date: 1/11/2025 4:41:00 AM
Lovely write! I remember washing my daughters’ hair with the hose and strawberry shampoo, once for fun. Something about being outside with a lovely scent and nature, a moment in time. Thank you for sharing your moment, close to the heart!
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Paul Willason
Date: 1/12/2025 2:05:00 PM
Hi Kim, So pleased the poem triggered some treasured recollections in your life. Very much appreciate your comments, always good to know when something in a poem connects. Take care,
Date: 1/11/2025 2:29:00 AM
What a journey that was Paul….l understood it, felt it and enjoyed it! I like it when you write about your childhood. You should put your poems into a book….l am sure it would be big seller….anyway enough compliments for you today hehe…Debx
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Paul Willason
Date: 1/12/2025 2:00:00 PM
Honored that you jumped into the poem Deb...that it had meaning. Childhood is always rich source of material for poetry, its where the first flame was ignited in our imagination. Always enjoy being bathed in your compliments my friend... Take care

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