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Last night I was feeling a little sad APRIL CLUB
As I climbed into my bed
Ann Cadwallader £20 (no.83)
So I picked up this book of poetry
Written by a man named Ted Jenny Sanders £10 (no.63)

Each poem, it told Ted’s story Sharon Wainwright £10 (no.113)
And I began to see
Ann Markwick £5 (no.8)
That someone I had never met
Had felt the same as me Jane & Tony Walton £5 (no.71)

He wrote of life as he lived it Apologies previous winners if you haven't had your
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And some of the tales he told made me laugh
Whilst others reduced me to tears Many thanks, Catherine

Ted was a very observant man Who is Old Herbaceous?
Who stared life full-on in the face CLUE No. 3
He had witnessed the greed, the horror and misery
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Writing with candour Ted had put Hope
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And he’d paid much attention to detail
Noting each separate small human trait
That makes us folk unique from each other
And which heralds the course of our Fate

Then off he’d go home to the bush, would Ted
Through the scrub, past the Wattle and boulders

To sit by the fire with the moon as his friend
And the wealth of the world on his shoulders

Now I picture Ted still there, writing
All that poetry so flowing and free
Each piece a story of life as it’s lived

By people like you and like me.

In memory of Ted, and old Ocker I only heard
about but felt I had known forever.
Patricia A. Checkley 1987.

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