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Bekah Halle Sep 24
Yesterday,
On our way back thru Yack
We drove along 
On a bumpy and windy track
On the side of the road
Was at a rundown tin shack
Where the wind blew through every crack 
We drove gently by
Trying to leave it intact
On Bells Gate Road hid that idyllic track.
Bekah Halle Sep 23
Old Stanley pub,
Known around here for its blues
And delicious grub.
Fueled by blanc De blanc,
Makes you sway 
Infused by all intoxicating effects,
as the croons slay.
Bekah Halle Sep 23
Feet in front of the fire,
life pulsating by.
As we slow for a second,
In the hazy historic high
of Beechworth; bank robbers, like Ned,
buccaneers and watch the gold rush by.
Bekah Halle Sep 22
Words are like rubies;
Precious and rare.
Yet many I squander,
Unleashing with little care.
Bekah Halle Sep 21
How can I be so incredulous about things
Such as Lord, you are my magnificent 
Friend, the first one whom I commune 
With, because You are the One
who goes forth conquers my foes
and silences the salacious snake
That lies and dies, yet tries all over again,
How obsequious; my dear friend,
There are but a billion other things, yet You Are!
Bekah Halle Sep 20
When one quietens, life speaks.
In silence, the volume turns up on that which we are too busy to hear: birds bleeping, frogs frothing, lambs leaping and the wind whispering in our ears; the
Soul booms: remember me, I'm all you truly have
Listen.
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