Competition
2011 Winners
Chairperson's Encouragement Award - Open Age
Ipswich – My City
by William Forrest
Ipswich, Qld
Where the brindled Bremer River weaves its way through urban space,
Where the stately regal homes adorn each street with grace,
Where glorious parks and gardens are shaped with pride and pity,
There’s a lovely Queensland town that is known as Ipswich city.
Some praise the sights of Sydney and some the outback towns,
While others laud old Adelaide or the black-soil Darling Downs,
But there’s a place we love, a place so famed and pretty,
Beneath the Denmark hillside, we call it Ipswich city.
I’ve travelled this land over, this land of drought and flood,
I’ve seen the western stockmen who toil through sweat and blood,
I’ve sailed the Barrier Reef and observed it up and down,
But nothing can compare with our charming Ipswich town.
But the beauty of the landscape is not the only scene,
For there’s beauty in the people who live this city’s dream;
Who admire their august mayor with his ways so wise and witty,
And follow his example in exalting Ipswich city.
I love my father’s homeland with towns like Aberdeen,
I adore old Scotland’s locks and rolling hills of green,
But nothing can describe – not words of prose or ditty,
The joy I find in living in our beloved Ipswich city.
