Yamba – a bush poet’s inspiration
I stood against the break wall where the mighty Clarence met the sea
The pristine waters of paradise had been waiting here for me,
When I saw before me this beauty, a captured picture to behold
A magnificent panorama forever, was cast in an arch of gold.
The ocean waited for the sun to start, its journey through the sky
A pathway of gold expanding, across each wave that passed by.
Creamy coloured sand churned, into a froth of bubbling white,
As each wave breaking and spreading, a pleasure to my sight.
I smell in the breeze its salty air, the aroma reaches out to me
To plunge and savour the freshness, that sets my spirit free.
Whenever I leave Yamba, there is a yearning there within me
As if its calling me back home, to a place where I need to be
To see the soft clouds changing as the sunset spreads around
And covets all the magic in this special kind of town.
We treasure you Yamba, for the boundless beauty that you give,
A piece of heaven actually broke away, and this is where we live.
We love you Yamba for those things that all of us hold dear
It is the nature of your people that creates our village atmosphere.
Noel B. Charles