Melody of Memories

This morning we talked about the Port Hills and our camp experiences.

Melody of Memories

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An old man sat at the window,

Staring into history

A setting sun reflecting on towering hills

Re-living long forgotten memories,

Memories of freedom,

Of adventures through the lush bush

Listening to the distinct cry of a bellbird

Perched high in a tree

Gazing curiously at a young boy below.

Ally

As the old woman approached out of bed

Staring into the distance

Fog hovering over the peaceful hills

While the choir of birds sang

Of happiness, remembering the memories

Of forgotten freedom.

Cara

A boy stood, silent, still and alone

A melody sound draws me in

Memories being created

A solitary bird, perched high upon a tree

A man sat, silent, still and alone.

Tabitha

As I get old my memories sink into the ground

When I am perched in a tree

I look down over a boy experiencing memories

That I have silently forgotten.

Staring Into History

Fergus

The old man sat at the window

Staring into history

Structures of nature

Towering upon him

A bellbird, perched high in a tree

Singing the sounds

The sounds of nature

A solitary flower

Eddys from a tree

A little boy reaches for it

History is made.

Grace

A solitary birdsong slices the morning air
Wind whistles through the trees
Birds flee, silhouetted in the sunrise
Piercing the air

Dew dripping
Leaves eddy to the ground
Exposing bare boughs
Shivering in the cold

A call
From a choir that ceased to sing
Looming over the land
Engulfing the world

Caitlin

An old man blew at the window

And peered through the dust

The dew, the light, it all seemed so familiar.

He caught a glimpse of a boy, he looked happy and free

What the man thought he had lost was hidden

Within the hills.

Jessica F

A crevassed face peered out of the window

The view bold and vast

A smile on his wrinkled face

As he ventures through his past.

The sweet song of a bellbird echoes

Through the trees tall and lush

A young boy listens silently

On his seat of moss and brush.

Dom

The old man stares at the bellbird

Remembering the delicate past

The wind whips through the young boy's hair

The trees bent and crooked

Dismissively drop a leaf

Fantails twittering happily

Chase him through the hills

The morning dew glints in the sunlight

A life well lived.

Liam N

The unmistakably distinguished call

Splitting the unearthly silence

The wings beat patterns  in the air like invisible sky writing

The curious child stares, wondrously at the non-humanoid creature

It stares back...

The old man stared, dazed, into space.

Mya

An old man sits at the window

The reflecting water bringing back what was lost

A single memory.

The sweet tune of the bellbird

He listens for the call of the past

He searches for the silhouette of a small boy.

The young boy sat at the window

Gazing at the engulfing shadows

His eyes full of adventure.

Their eyes locked together

Reliving history.

Toby

A solitary man stands at his window

Staring into history

Dreaming of the past

Slowly caressing the dry skin of a tree.

A lonely bellbird

Calls for a friend

The shadow of the hills

Covers the land in darkness

Waiting for another

To explore their secrets.

Forgotten
Orla
A bird's wing skims the distant trees
As it soars through history
A memory of his past
That has been forgotten for so long...

The hills loom over our city
Protecting it from harm
Hiding secrets from long ago
Never to be thought of again.

Since the beginning of time
These mounds have guarded us
Concealing secrets
From those seeking the past.