Postcards and Poetry at the Old Courthouse Museum, Drysdale
There was a lovely hum in the air last Sunday — the kind that only gathers when people arrive ready to listen, ready to be moved. The little courthouse filled quickly, every seat taken, every face turned toward the poets and the artifacts that inspired them.
During the breaks, harpist Nin drifted gentle notes through the old timber room, her music settling over us like sunlight through stained glass.
And then came the readings.
Postcards and Poetry at the Old Courthouse Museum, Drysdale.
The very appreciative audience filled the little courthouse.
During the breaks, we were entertained by harpist, Nin.
There I was — Ivor in the witness box — sharing my two poems, “Drumsticks” and “Dear, Danny,” written especially for the museum’s stories and shadows. (They’re attached below for anyone who’d like to read them.)
And as the afternoon’s echoes fade, let the music rest where the poems left off — quiet, steady, and full of heart.
Ivor Steven © June 2026
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