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Thursday, January 15, 2015

Reflections on the Tweed

The river is high today.
Lash the logs firmly
for the trip downstream.

She stands on the wharf
wearing a long white dress.
I know she is watching me.

When the new bridge
replaces my ferry,
will I see her again?

Each day she travels
back and forth
yet I do not speak.









The bridge over the Tweed at Murwillumbah was built in 1901. The photo shows the stretch once crossed by ferry.
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  1. SusanJanuary 15, 2015 at 1:11 AM

    Whereever I have seen a Ferry, I see a ferry still --in ghost silhouette maybe. It would be pretty neat if the entire scene played and played and played sweetly, just as horrifiuc scenes do.

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    1. Rosemary Nissen-WadeJanuary 15, 2015 at 7:54 AM

      What a lovely thought, Susan! According to the history I've heard, the actual ferryman was a middle-aged, married, enterprising businessman. But I was creating fiction.

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