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2015 Overall Winner & recipient of the Babies of Walloon bronze statuette

Chairperson’s School Award

Edwards Property Mentorship Award

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

The Pact by Kay Gorring (First Prize)

It was quiet that Shift. I was on my last rounds.
There was only the hum of the normal ward sounds.
“Will you listen? Now listen.” an old man had said
as I walked by the end of his hospital bed.

“Can you hear what I hear? It’s a glorious sound;
It’s the thunder of hooves as they strike at the ground.”
I looked back at the man in that bed where he lay
for I knew he was dying and slipping away.

He is rambling I thought as I turned his light down;
just another poor soul in a hospital gown.
It was then that he took a firm hold of my hand
and he told me there’s something I must understand.

That tonight he was keeping a pact he’d once made
to a mate he had known in the light horse brigade.
There were tears in his eyes so I sat by his bed
and I’II never forget what it was that he said.

“All my mates they were charging alongside of me
when a bomb had exploded we just didn’t see.
For a moment I thought that the time had been stilled
but my mates and their horses they all had been killed.

Now my horse had stood near me despite his own fear
with his blood running red and the enemy near.
With my foot in the stirrup, he’d made for the line
and he got me back safely that war horse of mine.

So I couldn’t just leave him alone to his fate
and I spoke one more time to my gallant old mate.
Now that horse he had courage. I felt I had none
but I knew from his bleeding what had to be done.

Then I took up my rifle with trembling hands
while my curses rang loud on those far away sands
and I cried for my mate as I whispered goodbye
and I begged him to come when it’s my time to die.

So I have to be ready. The time’s edging near.
I can hear he is coming with saddle and gear.
Then we’ll turn on our heels and we’ll make for the sky
and he’ll carry me safely to heaven on high.

Will you listen? Now listen to what I have said
for my soul will be leaving this wretched sick bed:
Then you’ll hear what I hear. It’s a glorious sound.
It’s the thunder of hooves as they strike at the ground.”

Then his hand it just loosened and fell to his side
and I sat there awhile as I quietly cried.
but the air had grown cold and my hair stood on end
as the curtains they shimmered and time seemed to bend.

I would swear that I saw a horse pawing the ground
with that man in the saddle and turning it round.
He was soon joined by others. The noise was a roar
and I knew that all things weren’t the same as before.

On such wonder I gazed as these ghosts all appeared-
the man tightened the reins and that mighty horse reared.
It was then that I heard it; a glorious sound.
The proud thunder of hooves as they charged heaven bound.

Empty Beds and Broken Hearts by David Campbell (Second Prize)

No Glory Here by Shelley Hansen (Third Prize)

Murray Moon by Brenda Joy (Highly Commended)

“Thy Will be Done…” by Brenda Joy (Highly Commended)

Mine on Koolan Island by Hugh Allan (Highly Commended)

Jack, My Friend by Shelley Hansen (Highly Commended)

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