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Queensland Times Award- 14-15 Years

Broderick Family Award – 11-13 Years

2016 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

Grindle Road by Brett Dionysius (First Prize)

A Child Unafraid by Gill Jewell (Second Prize)

A d’Arcy Doyle Painting by Leonie Parker (Third Prize)

The Kulning Song by Louisa Janke (Highly Commended)

Pot Pourri and Bar Room Roses by Maureen Clifford (Highly Commended)

She sat there in the corner of the old Walloon Saloon
Nobody shared her table. It was hot.
She looked a little out of place, a trifle too refined
drinking her beer daintily from a pot.
No doubt she’d been a beauty in her young halcyon days,
the way she dressed just told you she had class.
I noticed old Jim watching from beneath his weathered hat,
working up the courage to go make a pass.

Jim had lost his wife Mary in the floods a year ago.
I still recall the sorrow on his face.
She tried to save one old ewe from a cruel watery death,
the old ewe had got herself trapped in the race.
Jim hadn’t noticed Mary gone, and now both girls were caught
as he was mustering stock to higher ground,
his days were filled by devils and his nights with nightmares fraught.
He couldn’t cope with Mary not around.

He said – “I’d like to talk to her. Do you think it’s alright?
I mean no disrespect to my sweet wife.
A man gets pretty lonely in a big old house alone
I need someone with whom to share my life.
That lady there – I see that she has sadness in her eye,
a bar-room rose that’s wilted in the heat.
I sense in her a kindness and a very loving heart,
her petals may have faded – but the pot – pourri is sweet.”

I said to go and say G’day – ‘twas just a pleasantry.
A chat about the weather and a smile
cost nothing but a little time, and he had some of that
and good manners never go out of style.
‘Don’t stress about it Jimbo, just go over, strut your stuff
I doubt she’ll turn around and run away.
A bloke who’s nice will win over the ladies every time.
Just be yourself and it will be OK.’

He ambled quietly over and I saw him tip his hat
I watched as she looked up and gave a smile.
He wandered to the bar and headed back with two more drinks
a silly grin was plastered on his dial.
They were getting on famously that was quite plain to see
their body language showed affinity.
I watched his bar room rose begin to blossom once again
and swear to God I smelt the pot pourri.

A Time to Dance, a Time to Mourn by Sue Osborn (Highly Commended)

A Foot Soldier’s Lament by Gill Jewell (Highly Commended)

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

Ipswich District Teacher Librarian Network Award – 8-10 Years

River 94.9 Award – 5-7 Years