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2014 Overall Winner & recipient of the Babies of Walloon bronze statuette

Chairperson’s School Award

Edwards Property Mentorship Award

Aurora Australis by Anne Reardon ()

Have you ever seen the mountains brushed with light from summer’s storms,
When thunder plays a song of green and grey,
When the storm fronts roam the landscape, roiling waves that claim the sky,
And break the bleak oppression of the day?

Have you walked amongst tall timber that’s alive with mist and cloud,
When bracken drips with vibrance from the rain,
When the freshness of the ozone of the earth and leaf and bough,
Breathe life into the senses once again?

In that world of shifting colour, has your mind been gently drawn,
To the silent world of beauty in a leaf?
Does it speak of life’s aurora, in the grip of every day,
Does it breathe into your soul some small relief?

Have you shivered on a mountain top awash with silver light,
With air that’s crisp with brilliance from the stars,
When the power of the ramparts and the vastness of the sky,
Remind us of exactly where we are?

It is easy to forget this as I beetle in my car,
Along the narrow roadway of my life,
In air conditioned comfort with my fav’rite MP3s,
I’m drawn into the comfort in a thrice.

We can look upon the mountains and the storms upon the plains,
As observers in a bubble world of glass,
Soothed by sweet seductive sameness and the comfort of the couch,
And the TV selling dreams that can not last.

But we can’t forget the landscape lives and breathes within our blood,
As it did for all of those who’ve gone before,
That our souls seek symbiosis, not detachment’s muted grey
As we sit in total comfort wanting more.

The storm clouds paint the landscape and the mountains join the song,
Songs of peril, songs of hardship, songs of life,
They paint the subtle colours that speak straight into our soul,
And they light the bright aurora of our life.

In a continent of contrasts that were cherished in the past,
Where hardship was the stone that whet our steel,
Do we really needs such comforts that wreak havoc on this Earth,
What is it we’re so afraid to feel?

Will my children climb wild mountains, all alive with mist and cloud,
With souls alight with pleasure from the strain?
Will the legacy of living, what we took and left behind,
Awake that bright Aurora once again?

Ipswich Theme Awards

Chair’s Encouragement Awards

Rosewood Green Award – Open Age Local Poets

Joy Chambers & Reg Grundy Award – Open Age Other Poetry

Metro Hotel Ipswich International Award – Open Age Bush Poetry

Ipswich City Council Award – 16-17 Years

Queensland Times Award- 14-15 Years

Broderick Family Award – 11-13 Years

Ipswich District Teacher Librarian Network Award – 8-10 Years

River 94.9 Award – 5-7 Years