Barry C Morning at Lake Cullulleraine

Barry Carozzi: Song writing became a feature of the Lake Cullulleraine Writers camp about ten or twelve years ago. And each year, I find myself writing lots of songs at Writers Camp. It's as if just being there gets my creativity firing . And almost every year, I write a song about the place itself. This year was no exception.

The water is still as a mirror

The blue sky reflects in the glass

The air is as still as a sleeping child

The moorhen are stalking the grass

There’s no breezes ruffling the water

Or disturbing the leaves on the tree

An occasional flash of a fish as it jumps

Out there where the water runs deep

Cos it’s morning at Lake Cullulleraine

Day is dawning at Lake Cullulleraine

Kids are yawning at Lake Cullulleraine

It’s feeling so good, being back here again

And when the sun sets in the evening

And darkness envelops the world

Pin pricks of light start appearing

We’re aware of the vast universe

You can stare for long hours into darkness

You can stare for long hours into time

And ponder the ageless horizon

And the brief flaring spark of our lives

And it’s quiet here, at Lake Cullulleraine

I love the night here at Lake Cullulleraine

Moonlight and starlight – and inner light

At Lake Cullulleraine

It seems that each time that I come here

Spend some time here beside the lake shore

I’m touched by the stillness and beauty

That reaches to my very core

I feel a strange calmness invade me

And a deep peace that comforts my soul

And the poems and the songs and the stories

Emerging and making me whole

I write poems here at Lake Cullulleraine

I write songs here at Lake Cullulleraine

I feel whole here, I just love being at Lake Cullulleraine