The bay is a quivering shelter
An arcing lassoo of comfort
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Arthurs Seat is a sentinel
A towering lighthouse in swirling mists
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The Rip is like a jagged tear
Luring sailors to the Isle of Light
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Once the busy hub of lime burning
And the pier was the heart of shipping
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Once laden with pastoral runs
And orchards colouring the nearby mountain
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Dromana wandered into new worlds
Offering leisure and light by the sea
Gaudy bathing boxes lined the shores
And campers dreamed under summer stars
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Today Dromana is an escape
From Melbourne peak hours and pressures
Many stroll or run by the shoreline
Some sit on the pier and go fishing
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Walking sparks the creative spirit
Seawinds is a world above worlds
Garden sanctuary by the sea
Walk Seawinds; breathe the mountain spirit
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Solitude is a silver morning
Crisp with the chill of the sea
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Sand sludge slows the plodding beach dreamer
Silence is a brooding sunrise
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A sunset on water
Pools the lights of the day
Into a glorious afterglow
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Nightlights play the inner music ~
Haunting strings seeping from the mountains
Hushed by the lapping of tides
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Martha Cove is the magic of waters by night lights
Like glittering secret jewels
Enjoying the glory of dark waving velvets
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I live in kookaburra songlines
Verandah rails ring with laughter
As dawn whispers from shadowlands
Sometimes a telepathic moment
Connects the secrets of our souls
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Balnarring Beach on the Mornington Peninsula Victoria
is a place to reach out to wider worlds;
to feel refreshed.
The sands by the sea are like the songlines
running between now and forever
Waves ripple a melody line
And the spirit sings in the salty winds
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