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Lamp lit sadness lit the pier with intermitting light and dark hollows.

The sea lapped at its wooden supports; like at dog at its water bowl.

A concrete walkway had replaced the old worn noisy timbers

A few weeks ago, even the top rails which ran both sides of the pier

Had been replaced with a much broader top rails affording the

Fishermen who frequented the pier, a resting place for their rods,

Evident by the notches cut by fish knives so that the rods held upright.

Wide enough to cut up their bait and to scale their fish, Bream and

Whiting when I the season, though the odd Flathead and Ray had been

Known to frequent these waters around Wellington Point.



There was no moon, but dawn was not far off as the sky that canopied

Morton Bay was a steely gray. A dark cloud blanketed South Stradbroke

Island, stretching from one end of the island and away to cover North

Stradbroke Island. The two sister islands and their cousins Morton and

Frazer all claimed a place in the Guinness Book of records as being the

Largest sand islands in the world. Darker still were the islands themselves,

Just distinguishable by the tell tail lighter patches where sand mining had

Taken place some ten years before, the trees that were planted to hide the

Islands scars had not yet accomplished their healing powers.



Voices echoed across the water as two fishermen prepared their boat for a

Days fishing. Their tones were not unpleasant to the ear, but seemed to

Be a part of the very Bay itself, each complimenting the other. The tranquility

Of the early morning, broken also by the steady purring of the boats outboard,

As finally it pushed it along the deep-water channel, and on out into the open

Bay. Intermittent flashing red and green lights marking their watery coarse

Into deeper water.



Venus, the morning star shone bright over South Stradbroke, and trailing behind

Her came The Little Dog Star, Procyon, and a faithful companion from time

Immemorial. Like the early morning walkers upon the earth they take their walk

Along the same pathway in the sky. Now in the early morning she is queen of all

She surveys, outshining all in her glorious majesty, her subjects dimming in abeyance.

Soon, Sol in all her glory will rise from her slumber, her appearance foreshadowed

By the golden rays of her tiara, edging the quilted clouds with brilliant silver and

Gold stitches, then shooting upwards like half opened fans of transparent golden silk.

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Reply:Wellington's Cavalry...jumped out at me...poem I once knew...

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