Congratulations to the members of the Echuca - Moama Arts Initiative Inc. on yesterday's fantastic Arts Festival. (Despite the date at the top of the blog, I'm writing this on Sunday, November 13). The Arts Festival Precinct, in and around Echuca's beautiful Uniting Church, was a vibrant buzz of colour, energy enthusiasm, and talent.
It's no wonder that this area is home to so many talented and creative people,with the inspiration from our mighty Murray River, the (mostly) gentler Campaspe and the Goulburn Rivers, our beautiful river red gums, the nearby bush, and the intense blue sky with its wide horizons - that to me seem to expand with every kilometre that passes once I've crossed Pretty Sally every Friday evening. (Pretty Sally's a location, not a person).
The Echuca - Moama Arts Festival was a wonderful showcase for so many different forms of art, artists and artisans.
Quilting, Painting, Mosaics, the creative Yarn Bombers - you must check out the tree that these clever people have 'bombed' - and a range of dancers, including a stunning belly dancer, singers, writers and, of course, more than one local bush poet.
Thank you to everyone who came to Saturday morning's Bush Poetry Writing Workshop. Your enthusiasm and creativity surpassed my dreams for the morning's activity.
To hear Phyllis's lovely reading of the introductory verses of The Man From Snowy River which Maurie completed with style (and without the text) followed by Angus's original limerick about Em and the phlegm, and then to see the tribute that's been developing in the back of Leanne's mind being written in front of our eyes - all this and more was truly an inspiration for me.
I look forward to receiving your work and having the privilege of posting it on this platform for other bush poetry lovers to enjoy.
Thank you also to the people who attended the Poetry and Prose sessions. I certainly enjoyed sharing some of our great traditional Australian Bush Poetry and some of my original bush poetry with such an enthusiastic audience. To have another Kelly descendant in the audience when I present Feet of Clay is something that still excites me.
Just where did my grand grand-dad's horse end up?
Cheerio for now
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