MAITLAND RIVERBANK

On the banks of the Hunter River

At year’s end we all combine,
Sharing stories, yours and mine,
Of what had been and what had gone
Standing Maitland side, or Lorn.

The crackers light the sky,
Bright colours start to fly,
And as the fluorescent ribbons start to descend,
We stand close together my family, my friend.

The surrounds seem to glisten,
The trees and grass do listen,
To the stories of its people,
However interesting or feeble.

Beneath, at the foot of the levee,
Flows a river also steady,
And it hears these stories too,
Listening intently all the way through.

Excitement fills the restaurants and pubs,
And the buzzing builds within the clubs,
For the countdown of anticipation,
Which happens all across our nation.

But this is our place, our unique time,
And sharing is so sublime,
A laugh, dancing, singing,
A new time, a new beginning.

Happy or sad we may shed a tear,
What will become of this brand new year?
Whether we feel high or low,
We gather in two three two zero.

Resolutions, be they quiet or loud,
We are Maitland people, and we are Maitland proud.
Raise a water, wine or beer,
A toast to the Hunter’s atmosphere.

At year’s end we all combine,
Sharing stories, yours and mine,
Of what had been and what had gone
Standing Maitland side, or Lorn.

Poem by Luke Warby