Hilda Oakley

Australian author and poet

   Nov 03

Ebony’s Destiny

Ebony lived a dangerous life. She loved abseiling, scuba diving, rock climbing, ice hockey and even partaking in a hiking tour of Mt Everest. Walking bare-foot over hot coals was her ultimate choice. Ebony thrived on these threatening events.

Other sports were not very high on her ‘To Do’ list, but the following games Ebony used when she needed something to fill in her time.

She started with a friendly game of tennis. Then Ebony’s competitive streak came to the forefront, like wanting to join up with the tennis elite. By watching their deft skills, Ebony soon was winning all the tennis championships.

Ebony was bored, she wanted to be brainy and sharp and clever. Out of the blue, Willow told ebony she would share with her a secret, which would enliven her and give Ebony a chance to be a rebel, if Ebony would accept the dare.

“Wow! This is what I’ve been waiting for.”

A high spirited Ebony begged Willow to start to enlighten her of what her news was about.

At first, Willow talked in a soft voice so no-one in the office next door would eavesdrop on Willow’s immensely private conversation. Willow carried on with her narration, only she talked too slowly.

Ebony was anything but patient, telling Willow she urgently needed to know what her task could be.

“Ebony! Be quiet or I won’t say a thing about the new adventure you are to embark on.”

Willow had to change her style of speaking; there was anger in her tone.

“There is a place where you must go. Only a few people know about this intriguing place. Before I go on, you better swear to me not to repeat it to anyone else what I am going to reveal to you!”

“Ebony replied, “My lips are closed ever so tight! I will not tell a living soul. On me you can depend.” Ebony assured her friend.

“Not far from here is a rare hidden place where you have to go, it will lead you to Smuggler’s Cove. Ebony, you have to prepare yourself to search very methodically all around a scarlet flowering tree. Near the bottom of its trunk you will find a large old fashioned key with a note to instruct you, how to find your way to finish your quest.” Willow abruptly stopped to let Ebony know, that, that was as much information as she was prepared to give away at this stage.

Ebony cringed as she listened to claps of thunder as it roared across the heavens, echoing like a sonic boom. Sheets of lightning, an electric blue lit up the sky. Wilder and wilder the wind blew. Rain teemed down that night soaking everything in sight.

Huddled up inside the room at Smuggler’s Cove, Ebony was scared out of her wits, shaking violently. What was she doing in this awful place? She had even switched on her pen-light torch to spread some light into the room.

Ebony had a feeling of impending doom. Her surroundings gave her an absolutely torrid time. Looking around, the walls were closing in. There she sat thinking, this place had become like an enclosed dark, damp, cold tomb.

Ebony noticed an eerie silence in the atmosphere. Chilled to her bones, forever captured here, she was all alone.

Ebony decided she would be better off in her own home. Racing back, Ebony fumbled for the rusty key to open the lock. Out of nowhere a voice said again and again “Coward! Coward!” It echoed in her brain. No-one else was here. Realization came to her that the word came from deep within herself. She must stay; she vowed not to let Willow down.

When Ebony arrived here, she reminded herself the phrase that echoed in her mind. ‘Take up the task and follow it through!’

Ebony remembered why she had come. Her work would start right now. Searching high and low and when about to give up, her eyes lightened on a tiny mound in the clay earth. Scratching frantically, scattered under the soil she found a tiny box. Lifting the lid Ebony saw an old yellowed note book. Reading the instructions, she knew the tunnel she would travel along. The narrow passage on her right was where she would start.

Ebony had no problems as she became adept at walking carefully, dodging obstacles along her pathway. The space was ever so wide as the smugglers made the tunnels for burly sailors to hide from all those in authority.
They were alert and keen, those old men from the sea, when coming into a different way of life.

Wide eyed, she could see a cave where she would be warm, dry and free to stay there alone and enjoy the peace and harmony.

An unearthly scream pierced the silence of the night. Ebony’s face went a deathly white. Knowing no help was nearby. Ebony sobbed and began to cry.

A snake! What could she do now? No weapon could be found. The reptile came closer; it was nearly at her feet. Ebony let out a high pitched shriek!

Eyeing the creature’s every movement as it wriggled closer to her. Ebony burst out laughing as the blue-tongued lizard scurried away.

A grizzled old man had apparently managed to break the code that had kept Ebony out of harm’s way.

Aroused out of a deep sleep, Ebony was wary and defiant. “Get out of here!” Ebony spoke in an angry tone, “Begone and leave me alone!” Ebony would never feel safe again.

She shouted at him. “Get out of here at once; you’re a trespasser on private property. Begone or you will rue the day you came here!”

He was stoic, remaining in the same place.

“My name is Eric. I sought after you. The mission from your people is contained in this letter I hold here.”

Ebony snatched the envelope from the tyrant’s hand. Eric had finalised his task and simply vanished from Ebony’s view.

“Take over my cave. Willow wouldn’t dare!”

Ebony met with Willow. Their code names were to be used from now. Willow’s non de plume was Cerise, while Ebony’s was Cyan.

Cerise requested that Cyan’s cave be available to hide people who needed to be secure and safe. The horror they were to be put through. False papers showed the public, that they were going to terrorise many different towns. Two of their best men were caught. They were lashed, tortured and died in agony.

Cyan buried her face in her hands and wept bitterly. She felt their pain.
Cyan told Cerise it would be an honour to secrete these and other men.

Cyan’s visitors were solemn at first settling into a routine. They enjoyed themselves. Cyan bloomed having these great men with her. Under Cyan’s instruction, all the debris from around outside was cleaned and taken away.
The inside of the cave was spit-polished clean.

Guards were posted in positions outside Cyan’s dwelling place. Three more escorted those who traveled outside the camp. The men on watch were keen and alert.

Those attended to their duty of collecting wood and larger logs, finding edible roots, wild food and herbs for medicine and to spice up a tasty meal.

Arriving back at their temporary home, Cyan told them the bad news. They have to move to where no mankind had gone.

They were being forced into an embarrassing predicament; someone had breached the rules of their private domain. Leaving Cyan with two of their best men for her protection, the rest fled on their way.

Cyan, unknown to anyone, not even the men she sheltered, knew she had a radio. She had removed a lot of the parts and hid them separately. She collected all the parts and like a jigsaw puzzle, re-assembled the high powered wireless.

Taking just a few minutes Cyan was in, she was used to operating a battery operated radio, as she had taken classes in radio operating techniques.

Talking to Cerise, Cyan was furious. Someone had intercepted their code. Cerise, from her end did not know who it could possibly be. Cyan chose to tell Cerise, “We will have to restart encoding on all of our secret notifications and agendas.”

Meanwhile, Cyan informed Willow that they must be alert and watch their backs, making sure they sign off using their non de plume names of Cyan and Cerise.

An emergency suddenly flashed. Cyan answered the dangerous exclamation, not having stripped down their wireless yet, because she had only just finished talking to Cerise five minutes earlier.

Putting her headphones on, Cyan heard a male voice with a rich accent.
“Cyan, is that you with whom I am conversing?”

Very cautiously Cyan spoke, not knowing if the person was friend or foe. Cyan asked in a sharp manner, “How do you know my name? What have you done with my co-worker?”

“Cerise is taking watch over a new group of terrorized men. My name is Paul. I am the leader in charge of this whole organization.”

“How can I trust you?” Cyan replied.

“Only Cerise, I and now you know about Smugglers Cove.”

That was all Cyan needed to know.

Paul was hesitant, he then blurted out. “Cyan! These are desperate times. These are men who were deep undercover, police personnel. Someone let it be known who they really were, cops. Certainly I will take them into my sound-proof hiding place, restoring hope and trust to them.”

Packing up the radio, Cyan would greet her new group of mankind by announcing her name as Cyan. Unlike Cyan’s previous visitors, these men had been interrogated and had their spirits broken. These people were close to her heart, having been in that position herself.

The answer is love, kindness and compassion. Cyan had to be careful; these men didn’t think her caring was pity, but after many months they were settled.
They joked and played pranks on each other, building a rapport with Cyan. They were eager to do her bidding.

Once, then twice Cyan swore some person was watching the campsite. Perhaps she was just getting paranoiac.

Her next call to Paul left Cyan shocked and speechless. Could Paul have been ill informed? Surely it couldn’t be right! It was like a nightmare come true. Again they were compromised, betrayed!

This time Eric promised to relocate everybody to a safer place.

Paul related to Cyan that he had contrived a plan. His bold idea would be to set a trap. “It will only be known to you and me. Nobody else!” stated Paul.

He went on, explaining to Cyan in a harsh voice what his trap would entail.

“You will harbour more men seeking refuge. The group this time will be my hand-picked team.”

Two days later, a motley group arrived at Cyan’s haven. Unshaven, grim faced and arguing amongst themselves. Cyan was amazed at the way these guys could act so well. She hadn’t been aware that most of the men had been in battles for real. So being weary, sad faced and blue, for these soldiers it was not hard to show reality of their lives at all.

For some reason they crowded around that horrible man Eric, who had suddenly become a frequent visitor. More about Eric later!

Slowly life became easier for this uncomplaining, hard working team. These loyal Aussie gentlemen, honest and true, were forever looking after Cyan.

As the cave had been neglected since the others left, her guests set up a chain command post. Nathan was the assumed name he had to protect himself.

They divided up the troops, making the garden bed viable once again. Then it was their cave which needed to be repaired and swept to be spotless and clean.

Time was constantly ticking by; there would be many ruses to catch their prey.
More guards had been recruited this time, not even their mates knew who they were.

Two guards hid in the woods, where they were glad to stay. Two more who were on duty, bound they had lived outside the camp, so their traitor didn’t know who was on his trail.

A meeting was set up to catch the spy. Two of Paul’s men let the spy search the area nearby, in case he had been followed to his weekly spot, calling Gareth and Max to come and do their normal deal.

Stepping from where they had hid, they gave the double agent a useless microchip. They were given cash in return.

“Halt the transaction now!” A voice echoed.

The sly, cunning, no-good man tried to make a run for it, but a bullet ricocheted near his feet which immediately stopped him in his tracks.

“What’s your excuse Eric?” A voice rang out loud.

“I wanted to mix with the rich. They liked me too.” He replied.

“Well now it will be a prison cell for you. What was your motive, didn’t you care at all Eric?” Gareth asked.

“You try living on a pension, see how you would fare!” Eric said with a sneer.

“Guards, take him away! We are all witnesses here today.” Gareth added.

Major Paul then stepped out of the shadows. “Lads, that’s a job well done. As for Cyan, having the cave and extensions completed now, her cave can be utilized for the purpose it was meant for, looking after the brokenhearted and those who need a rest.”

Willow would be Ebony’s first guest!


Hilda Oakley
Copyright © 19.05.2019

   Nov 03

Set Free

T’was night, walking sadly on a stretch of sand,
My broken heart mended by a touch of the Master’s hand,
Peace and serenity healed my hurting soul,
Tranquillity given to me, helped make me whole.

Looking to the heavens I saw a moon lit sky,
Stars like diamonds, sparkling, glittering on high,
Waves gently lapped on the ocean’s shore,
Here I found what I was searching for.

Day by day reliving that experience in my mind,
Here was my answer, it wasn’t hard to find,
A heart-filled life forever hoped,
Of love and grace, together roped.


Hilda Oakley
Copyright ©24.05.2019

   Nov 03

I Believe in Miracles

I believe in miracles, Jesus changed my life,
God broke my chains now I’m free, of all fear and strife,
Baptized with the Holy Spirit in a blaze of glory,
On fire for God, I’ll now share salvation’s story.

My focus Jesus, is entirely on thee,
God sent you, His son, to die for me,
I chose dance to worship you my Lord,
The Holy Spirit came, I’m completely restored.

I felt God’s Spirit in this quiet place,
I knew that miracles happen by God’s grace,
Wondrous peace healed my wounded heart,
I’ve been cleansed, ready for a brand new start.

I have a strong desire Jesus, to love you more,
With a divine passion, I worship you in awe,
My choice to be happy, its God’s way,
Through life’s storms Jesus will help me each day.

An angel came, the place was aglow,
This message, God’s love to me, here below,
A fiery zeal made my heart soar,
The Holy Spirit touched me as never before.

Lord, pour your love over me, forever, constantly,
Anointed with oil, my wounded soul healed instantly,
Angels joined in together with holy voices, as we sing,
My worship and praises reached my Heavenly King.

The Holy Spirit is alive in me,
He brought change so radically,
Branded by God’s Holy fire,
Lord, wholly to thee I aspire.



Hilda Oakley
Copyright © 13.12.2019

   Nov 03

Courageous Farmers of Australia

Merciless, fiery heat from the blazing sun scorching everything in its pathway. The dazzling rays heating, becoming hotter, making the temperature incredibly high as it rose to an abnormal peak, searing the crops to the dismay of farmers everywhere who were hard-working in this harsh land.
All they wanted was a good harvest after the effort they had put in. Cultivating, planting many fields.
Suddenly the weather turned against the landowners, drastic and so severe that when green shoots appeared in an impracticable way after struggling through the hardened soil only to wither and shrivel and die in the intense heat.
Large fissures began to crack open in the clay-like earth. With no rain falling, farmers lost cattle and sheep. There wasn’t any feed to be had. As for water, there was not even a spit in the creeks. Trees lost their leaves prematurely. Alas there wasn’t any shade left for humans and creatures to shelter under in the drought. The farmers were extremely upset — in fact, they were devastated. How much longer could they last in this hell-like place?
The farmers didn’t give up. They were strong, deciding to rally around and group together to discuss how to help each other. Combining with their different ideas to survive and exist above their circumstances which they couldn’t control. But they would come up with answers, especially as some farmers under duress and physical and also mental stress took their own lives.
The women of the outback had the authority to influence the farmers. To seek help from trained counselors who would give of their time for free, stating the fact they would certainly be only too pleased to do their part to help such a good cause in the farmers’ time of need.
Others on the land met with those in the same predicament. They would commiserate together, showing loyalty and to give practical advice thereby improving understanding with each other in their predicament.
The farmers gradually became hopeful having inspirational ideas and plans to overcome the situation they were in. Believing they would be victorious over everything. Let me plead with deep feelings from my heart to get beside and along with all farmers to increase their hope and desire to achieve to their utmost. These courageous farmers — both men and women — are the backbone of Australia and heroes to everyone.

© 2018 by Hilda Oakley.

   Dec 12

Our Bushfire Heroes

An unearthly scream, “Fire! Fire! rent through the air,
Scorching hot flames aglow, a living nightmare,
Fierys worked hard, conditions difficult, intense heat,
Trained volunteers in action, a perilous feat.

Choppers came, ‘Angels of Mercy’ heaven sent,
Top gun were our fire-fighters, dicing with death,
Fires running rampant across the dry land,
Come together and give these fierys a hand.

Saving homes, these saviours on whom we rely,
The fires spread, fanned by strong winds making sparks fly,
Flames leaped across roadways reaching the other side,
Dousing flames, gave these Aussie fighters a sense of real pride.

A blinding smoke haze, polluted the atmosphere,
Creating havoc for drivers gasping for air,
Helicopters dropping water, reload and repeat,
At ground level, fire fighters faced the extreme heat.

Many families from farms and villages lost their homes,
Evacuating to the Town Hall, they were not alone,
Taking their pets, whose lives they’d not risk,
The rest of their possessions left, burnt to a crisp.

Two kilometre fire front, winds at seventy kilometres an hour,
Was consuming the forest and now gaining power,
Destroying, thousands of hectares, it was at its peak,
No rain was forecast here for at least a week.

The wildlife were suffering, they had to flee,
The koalas climbed higher into the canopy,
They always felt safe by going much higher,
But there were no rules for an out of control fire!

The Supermarket shelves bare, the banks have closed down,
B/Doubles queued at a Servo, twenty miles out of town,
We had to make do with the food that we’d got,
The trains not running, transport came to a stop.

Four days of waiting, the good news had come,
Police have opened traffic on highway number one,
With great anticipation and heartfelt awe,
Most were overwhelmed by the sight they saw.

Some homes still standing, others burnt to the ground,
They couldn’t believe the devastation they’d found,
Everyone thanked the fierys for their great expertise,
Many lives were saved by these heroic rural fierys.

Hilda Oakley
Copyright © 02.12.2019