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Rosewood Green Award – Open Age Local Poets

2017 Overall Winner & recipient of the Babies of Walloon bronze statuette

Chairperson’s School Award

Picture Ipswich Theme Awards

Chair’s Encouragement Awards

Joy Chambers & Reg Grundy Award – Open Age Other Poetry

Metro Hotel Ipswich International Award – Open Age Bush Poetry

The Cynic Route by Kate O’Neil (First Prize)

Up in the Devils Lair by Terry Piggott (Second Prize)

The Lady of the Lakes by Terry Piggott (Third Prize)

Around the outback campfires there’s a yarn l’d often heard
about the ‘lady of the lakes’, although the facts were blurred.
Her beauty is exceptional; or so the story goes
but whether she is real or not- well no one really knows?

Just like a ghost she may appear, then suddenly she’s gone
and so these stories tend to grow each time that they’re passed on.
Her face is like an angels and her hair shines burnished gold,
a mystic nymph who roams the lakes; or so I had been told.

Some say she seeks out prospectors, when life has been unkind
those lonely souls who look for gold but never seem to find.
To others she is searching for a sweetheart from the past
and doomed to roam the great salt lakes until he’s found at last.

It’s said her voice is sometimes heard when stars are shining bright,
sad songs they say sung far away, drift faintly through the night.
These sightings are quite rare I’m told, and few have seen her face
and those who have are hard to find, and harder still to trace.

The outback’s full of yarns of course and most you can’t believe
although -I thought I saw her once- one balmy summer’s eve.
I may have been mistaken; yet I’m confident I’m right
for though near dark I glimpsed her there across the lake that night.

I’d never taken notice of beliefs that some may share.
yet something seemed to tell me, I was not alone out there.
I dozed off by my campfire then the way I often do;
perhaps I had been dreaming – dreamt what happened next was true?

I’d swear I sensed her soft lips as they gently brushed my cheek
and heard her fading footsteps heading off towards the creek.
I woke up with a start then; still convinced that she was near
and watched the bushes moving where I saw her disappear.

Perhaps I’d been mistaken for the one she’d long searched for;
a sweetheart who had perished in the gold rush years before.
Or was it all imagined; just a dream that seems so real
my mind remains a captive to emotions that I feel?

I’ve camped back there now many times, though haven’t seen her since
and most who hear my story I’m unlikely to convince
Yet every time I’m near the lakes I look around in vain
and wonder if our paths will cross somewhere out there again

Though as the years pass slowly by the doubts begin to grow
how can I be so sure then when I have no proof to show?
Yet in my mind there still resides clear memories of this
and even though it’s forty years I cherish still her kiss

The Night The Kids Cooked Dinner by Caroline Tuohey (Highly Commended)

A Racing Tale by Jim Kent (Highly Commended)

The Flags That Fly at Castlebrook by Noel Stallard (Highly Commended)

Bandy Bill by Jim Kent (Highly Commended)

Real Time Dream Time by Kevin Pye (Highly Commended)

Plywood Crosses by Graeme Johnson (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