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2011-11-03T00:31:00.000-07:00

"This is just to inform the folk who knew Cas, that after a long running battle with a Leukemia related illness, he passed away on 1/10/2011 at 4.30am. Regards Helen van Loon."

PS You might like to look back through some of Cas's posts and poems. (Sue Crawford, NWG Inc).

2011-09-12T17:56:00.000-07:00

Dear Friends, please have patience as I have been sick and in hospital for about 10 days. The page will not be changed till about October. Thank you for your patience, Cas, bush poet

2011-08-13T18:18:00.000-07:00

So here we are again folks a bit late but the waiting was worthwhile for the Poems that presented for you enjoyment and another look at this great country Australia, Cheerio and take care, Cas Bush Poet

2011-08-11T21:06:00.000-07:00

AWAKENING THAT URGE TO . . .

When living in Australia, travelling usually plays for many people a great part

one place, Alice Springs, kilometres from anywhere, in desert, recognised as it's heart

if you want to see the real Australia Outback, this, no doubt is the place to go

historical sites,attractions if you want to feel how it used to be, hundred of years ago

To arrive in "The Alice", as it is generally known, surprisingly little hardships to deal with

Alice Springs heart and soul of the Australian Outback, there's no denying this choice of National parks, although some distance away, bewildering to explore

there's Ayers Rock, Kakadu, Kings Canyon, not satisfied with these, there are more

Don't feel like driving, the Desert Park, Royal Flying Doctor, in town, a must see

Reptile Centre, Olive Pink Garden, Pioneer Women Hall of Fame, for a small fee

Historic Telegraph Site, museums, displays, history, stories about how it began

Simpsons Gap, with all these attractions it sure helps to have some sort of plan

In space of a few days, you can discover many of the real secrets of the Outback

don't have to sit in 2- or 4-wd half a day in heat, flies and a dusty bush track

here in one place, The Desert Park, you can learn, experience in daylight or dark

showcasing hundreds of plants, animals, occurring in desert or National Park

Explorers wondered how many animals survived in a country that water did lack

the Outback is big place, variety immense, especially when going off beaten track

in some museums you can read how people survived and what they had to endure

in most cases it was always a two persons effort, when sickness struck finding a cure

Then there is the Todd River, used for boat races nearly every year, when it is dry

almost intersecting town when in flood, to cross it notices tell you don't even try

Alice Springs, full of surprises, maybe isolated to some people, off beaten track

like many places in Australia, sure never fails with it mysteries the urge to go back

2011-08-11T19:57:00.000-07:00

JUST A THOUGHT . . .

Be master of yourself and you will find the key to all success in human kind; for though sometimes it seems that Fate conspires to frustrate all your plans, and check desires, if you are master of your thoughts and will, you can command - and be the victor still For if you conquer self, you conquer all - your destiny is safe, no matter what may befall.

2011-08-11T18:31:00.000-07:00

A WILDLIFE SHOW OF WATERBIRDS . . .

At Innemincka, unexpectedly, on the Stony Desert, one can witness spectacular sight

a stopover on world journey, thousands of waterbirds congregate after long flight

these are rest and breeding grounds for numerous species, their final destination

flying from Europe, Siberia, Asia, along migration routes, never fail with navigation

These are the Coongie Lakes, consisting of waterholes, lakes, swamps, flood plain

rich variety of food for many species of migratory waterbirds does it contain

Pelicans, Egrets, Spoonbills, Herons, Terns, it is a waterbird's annual wildlife show

with a cast of thousands, some on edge of extinction, decreasing, numbers very low

The landscape changes dramatically with availability of water, the system's lifeblood

affecting the Barcoo, Thomson, Wilson Rivers, even Lake Eyre, when in full flood

the location is surprising, unique, no one suspects it here on the arid Gibber Plain

little vegetatio, Mitchell Grass, Bush Herbs, Red Mulga, on an almost flat terrain

A must to be visited by dedicated bird watchers, almost paradise, year after year

soaking up atmosphere, scientific study, travelling, like the birds, from far and near

there's plenty of evidence of Aboriginal occupation in past, artifacts and middens

crude arrangements of wood and stone, stone tools, rock paintings well hidden

Most surprising on the edge of Great Stony Desert, presence of many a sand dune

scattered i no particular order, remnant of sea shore, or just a landscape out of tune

Coongie Lakes, recognised as a wonderfull diversity, important waterbird's domain

a very important link for rare, endangered vulnerable species, in their food chain

2011-08-11T17:03:00.000-07:00

Always remember to forget, the things that made you sad, but never to forget to remember, the things that that made you glad.

2011-07-11T21:53:00.000-07:00

Discovering the Coral Coast . . .

To discover the Coral Coast of Western Australia we were heading north of Perth

landscape rapidly changing from city to sandy west coast for what it is worth

further along landscape like the moon, with limestone peaks all round

due to onshore strong winds, stunted trees, growing almost parralel to ground

Travelling Australia, nearly forgot to visit charming Coral Coast

where the Murchison River flows into Indian Ocean, Kalbarry your host

the climate sunny, warm, experiences that only occur once in a lifetime

wild flowers you've never seen before, exotic shapes, perfumed, sublime

Calm waters in estuaries for swimming, by towering cliffs be awestruck

surfing, water skiing, fishing off beach, catching that big one, your luck

want more, go canoeing or hire a boat and enjoy a cruising , lazy day

see dolphins, whales, up close, take pictures to remember your stay

Shopping, accommodation, variety immense, magnificient shopping mall

holiday resorts or just pitching a tent,emergency services on call

nature lovers, Kalbarry National Park close by, nature's paradise found

glimpses of river, magnificient gorges, their brilliant colours will astound

Interesting views of river, waterfalls, taking many days to fully explore

incredible scenery, rock formations framing river, sometimes far below

endangered species of birds, a parrot sanctuary in town, a must see

daily feeding of pelicans on foreshore, stroll downtown or see a movie

Stargazing, songs by campfire, fantastic sunsets, like nowhere else, watch

changing colours of multi-coloured cliffs, never seen such display match

abseiling, sight seeing flight along coastline, there is an internet cafe

if you have the time, to keep your friends and family informed of stay

Started with Shell Beach, in setting sun white as snow, a promising start

to enjoy holidays at Kalbarry is easy, one doesn't have to try very hard

returning home, stories to tell, adventures relived, it was only a week

wondering why we didn't do it before, must go back for another peek

2011-07-11T17:22:00.000-07:00

A VALLEY SO REMOTE . . .

Australia is full of hidden beautiful places, some no doubt will spring instantly to mind

having found your own that's where you go to leave cares of today's world behind

a place of utter silence, peace, picture-book prettiness, unsurpassed anywhere else

when only being there a short time, one's body and mind already different story tell

Brindabella Valley, down arduous, winding, precipitious winding track, seemingly no end

not for the faint hearted, one is rewarded with magnificient vistas round every bend

finally reaching, after having closed last gate, crossed last river, valley floor

the magic happens, feeling of utter peace, never anywhere else has it happened before

Sounds of nature, wind singing in trees, rippling sparse grass, in distance cows call

old homestead, slab huts, rusting old machinery, on surrounding hills a waterfall

some buildings been, with much effort, carefully restored, to others a lot more to do

some horses, goats, chooks, sheep, peacefully grazing, here, there a kangaroo

What better way to start new day, up early, enjoy morning air, contemplate the overall

sunrise, cup of tea on verandah, easy chair, silence of nature, here and there birds call

no lack of hospitality, nothing is much effort by those who live here day in day out

taking you horse riding, hiking, go fly fishing in unspoilt river for rainbow trout

There's old suspension bridge across river, ancient farming tools on slab hut wall

rusting carcasses of farm implements of old, slowly succumbing to nature's call

signs of Aboriginal presence in distant past, some caves in distant hills, secret sites

it was told they came here to feast on bogong moths, socialise, hold tribal rites

Gunmetal glimmer of water betrays river's chilly path, tumbling gently over rocks

the valley still enjoys different seasons, distinctions of time of year nature here mocks

Brindaballa Valley means different things to different people, it could be paradise or hell

there's more to explore, even to just escape the daily grind, to go again, time will tell

2011-06-09T19:36:00.000-07:00

THE PICNIC FROM HELL . . .

they'd finally arrived after long journey at destination

Australia, land of vast distances, unique animal population

Aboriginal Dreamtime, koalas, kangaroos, many, many more

eagerly looking forward what each day would have in store

visiting opera house, blue mountains, places in between

there never seemed enough time for all that was to be seen

anticipating week-long trip, by plane, bus, to real outback

experience desert, ayers rock, olga's, of real time losing track

along the road bus stops, only shady, for miles, dappled spot

it's lonely out here, very, very quiet and o so dry and hot

the doors open, and out we step, camera's around our neck

clicking at anything, great nothingness, wild flowers along track

it's lunch time, so the picnic hampers are brought out

but, as soon as they are opened, there's a noise, very loud

a greatest mob of insects descends out of nowhere, fast

the aussie bushfly had arrived, with thousands in their cast

picnic tables, eskies, all were quickly covered by these pests

eating your sandwich, had to compete with uninvited guests

getting into hair, eyes, nose, bare arms and legs, everywhere

swallowing one or more, not nice, busdriver, get us outta here

these bushflies are as australian as damper and famous billy tea

causing that "Aussie Salute", as practised by you and me

a real aussie experience, what a story back home we have to tell

it wasn't really a funny experience, this "Picnic from Hell"

2011-06-09T16:59:00.000-07:00

this haunting land . . .

nowhere, but in Australia, is there an inland sea

with waterbirds foraging on foreshore, some migratory

pelicans, white ibis, ducks overhead in flying formation

the moon, a day past full, soon will be only illumination

shadows lengthening, sky is changing by the setting sun

twilight doesn't linger, air is still, the magic has just begun

soon light of new day, sun blazing orb in cloudless sky

there'll be no rain for a landscape so parched and dry

stunted desert trees, red dust, hot, it is utter desolation

no place to linger long, but, if you must, heed your preparation

simmering heat, mirages, tantalising oasis, cool waterfall

bleached bones of animals, looking grotesque in life's final call

yet, in all it's harshness, mystique, even in the distant past

it never has been any different, beautiful, haunting, unsurpassed

the decades rolled by, on and on, so did the seasons in turn

even some of our early explorers, this a place they' spurn

isolated, relentless heat, wet season, total different story

deserts come alive, riot of flowers, new life, what glory

if you ever travel this far, of beaten track in this country

it's there to see, experience it on Birdsville Track, near Marree

2011-05-09T20:48:00.000-07:00

A river in the Never-Never . . .

When one does travel in the Northern Territory be aware of the dangers that one faces

country side is fast, facsinating, old yet new, distances long, lonely between places

there's guidelines to adhere to, permits needed to travel across Aboriginal land

to be self-sufficient in whatever traveling you do, help is far away, not readily at hand

At height of dry season rivers and creeks are like a reminder, now a ribbon of dust

at Mataranka, water bubbles up from underground, believing in miracles one must

from all this water in lillypad covered ponds, the mighty Roper River springs

setting of on a long journey to sea through parched landscape, vegetation clings

There is always abundant bird and fish life, sustaining Aboriginal Tribes over ages

fish being speared in shallows or caught in man-made fish traps on shore, cages

fresh salt water crocodiles always present, dangerous ones to human life causing threat

Barramundi, Mudcrabs spawning commercial industry, recreational fishing to be had

There are Sacred sites along the rivers, left-over from trade routes to the coast

one of those is Ruined City, of fantastic rock formations proudly does it boast

the Macassans, from Indonesia, local Aboriginal Tribes, bartered stone tools for salt

coming of white-man, who massacred many Aboriginals, all this came to halt

Tall Pandanus and Paperbark Trees, providing shade in many a beautiful picnic spot

morning chorus of birds, pristine swimming holes, really magic when it is so darn hot

many spectacular waterfalls along Rope River, some pioneers buried too in this land

Roper River winding its way, watering thirsty land at end disappearing in coastal sand

2011-05-09T19:07:00.001-07:00

TRAVELING IN A SUNBURNT COUNTRY . . .

Lights flashing, bells are ringing, new era in this land of ours has begun

it's taken many years, much apprehension, finally it has been done

the building, under trying conditions, heat, flies, new railway track

the final link, Alice Springs to Darwin, travel from North to South and back

To built this line across harsh wide open spaces, quite a feat

enduring vastly changing climate, wet season, fierce dry heat

overcoming with typical aussie ingenuity problems along way

some seemingly impossible, but against all odds,saved the day

Continent spanned by railway track, North to South, East to West

scenic panorama's, ease of travel, a sense of adventure laid to rest

you can watch galaxies of millions of stars, moon ever so bright

the whole environment seems to be presented in whole new light

On these journeys many sunrises, sunsets, magnificient to be seen

one should not, leaving southern parts, expect a landscape of green

for this land called"A Sunburnt Country" you're traveling it's very heart

you'll see very ancient landscapes, deserts, flood plains, horizons far apart

Isolated communities, the magical experience of the Nullarbor Plain

hospitable people, friendly fellow travelers, you'll want to come back again

camels, Brumbies, Kangaroos, Emus, Dingo, Raptors in search of prey

after a full day travel, rocked to sleep by clickety-clack and train's sway

It makes you feel proud to be aboard of this one of railway world's best

whichever journey you've chosen, it'll pass discerning traveler's test

these will be unforgettable journeys, they'll make you want more

each one has a different magic, there'll be many more surprises in store

2011-05-09T17:19:00.000-07:00

A FEW THOUGHTS TO CHEER YOUR DAY . . .

A gentle wind is singing in the trees if we but listen, sun sinking over hill

the o so gentle music of the breeze that it brings, our troubled spirits fill

tiring day said goodbye with all it's troubles, woes, evening shadows fall

if we have patience, soon, nights' uncountable lanterns hold world in thrall

The sunlight has died out, it's daylight hours full of sorrow have fled

summer night at end of day, our turmoils, after tiring day, we take to bed

soon the moon will peep through stately gum trees upon faraway hill

our dreamboats, gently floating through the night, wildest wishes fill

When darkness of night has gone, dawn again wakes in full glory in sky

remembering all the joys that life holds, forgetting fears that drifted by

morning mists, an illusory veil, blankets the valley of a brand new day

climbing sun helping to drive them, with our fears and sorrows, away

In the faraway meadows bright sunlight dapples through stately trees

the few flowers kissed by the sun, open up their hearts for many bees

when the morning veils of morning mists finally lift, skies above blue

many more flowers wake from sleep, faces shining from early dew

Birds start their songs, joy of new day, life again takes up it's beat

cast away sorrows keeping you low, laugh the thought of defeat

river flows between banks of life, moments of serenity, strife

it passes by green meadows, taking away the troubles in our life.

2011-04-07T18:33:00.000-07:00

THE BROKEN HILL EXPERIENCE . . .

To visit Broken Hill is an eye-opener, to experience Australia in the NSW Outback

a spiritual engaging, awe inspiring landscape, aboriginal history, off the beaten track

camping under a million stars, unfamiliar sounds of the bush, waking to glorious sunrise

one can see forever, feeling utter loneliness, no morning chorus of birds, big surprise

Broken Hill has a feeling of sophistication, an atmosphere all of it's own, hard to define

seems to have an underlying feel of early days, with mixture of modern time

the buildings, population, amenities, expectations of better things to come, the air fills

a far cry from it's humble beginnings when rich mineral deposits were found in the hills

Famous not only for it's minerals, also for frequency and severity of dust storms in time

increasing when denuding of the landscape of nearly all vegetation for use in mines

noxious fumes belching over town, causing grave concerns for the health of population

outbreak of typhoid, shortage of fresh food, water, leading to calls for better sanitation

Also renowned for it's vibrant art community, depicting the outback in their own style

one can be forgiven if a short intended visit, with much to see, turns out to be awhile

paintings, depicting the great Outback, vivid sunsets, landscapes and vast open space

some also in fine detail, depicting struggles of yesteryear, telling stories that amaze

Because of unusual clear light, expansive vistas, drawn by artistic atmosphere pervading

stick-like figures in desert, Silver Tree, all of those, seeing them fires the imagination

in the many art galleries paintings by world famous painters, many worth a fortune

too many to contemplate, compare, from their artistic influence you won't be immune

For bush lovers, Kinchega National Park, facsinating desert, wilderness areas to explore

historic shearing shed, myriad lakes, with water birds, as you haven't ever seen before

aboriginal buriel sites, in soft sand, stone implements, windblown dunes of reddish sand

intriguing sites to visit, one never has enough time it seems, for this, mysterious land

2011-03-07T20:35:00.000-08:00

THE LAST ROAD TRAVELED . . .

If there aren't many places you haven't been in quest of travel, wildlife, outdoors

decide to do this last trip and choose Gibb River Road as the last course

you'll discover this is so much more than just a road, incredible journey to travel

very soon the mysteries of Nature, the Ranges, Gorges and Bush start to unravel

From tarmac to dirt road, the Gibb River Road, only just re-opened after heavy rain

there were the mighty Mitchell Falls, an oasis in almost barren, undulating terrain

our spirits soaring high, sense of being one with Nature, exploring Falls on foot

after long time traveling, they are magnificient, certainly heightened holiday mood

Stopping at some amazing Gorges, pitch tent, swimming, watch spectacular sun sets

waking to glorious chorus of birds, unbelievable sun rises, Nature's colour pallets

Galvan Gorge surrounded by lush greenery, amid this dry barren no-mans land

nearby Bell Gorge, dramatic sheer walls, hewn out of rock, by some mythical giant hand

The Gorges each have an individuality of their own, with sheer walls, water falls

in this dry rugged country little wildlife, it is rare to see a kangaroo, hear dingo call

amazement at mother Nature never stopped, towards end of journey surprise in store

Windjana Gorge, fresh water crocodiles, waiting for prey, motionless on sandy shore

A prehistoric world where it seems time has stood still, plant life seen nowhere else

in some places sheer rock walls of multi colours shimmering in heat, historical wealth

rock tunnel leading to a waterhole, most undescibable beauty, mid boggling to see

Tunnel Creek, cool, deep in places, bats flying low in and out of cave, a bit scary

Gorges linking all this still, peaceful, water protected by ancient multi coloured wall

trickles of wet-season waterfalls, ferns, small rocks, bird life in caves, distant dingo call

in sky above, large birds or prey, swooping, gliding, never still, maybe snakes in grass

the mood had changed, homestretch looming, our final trip's ending had come to pass

Different from the Australia we knew, felt lots more Australian, didn't even have to try

this was a journey totally different from all that we had seen in years gone by

the trip of a lifetime, running out of superlatives to even describe what it was like

the feelings, sights, sounds, firmly implanted upon our minds for ever and our life

2011-03-07T17:00:00.000-08:00

HARPS IN THE LONG PADDOCK . . .

In early days in times of drought, no feed for stock

system of tracks evolved called "The long paddock"

stretches from Far-North Queensland to Victoria in south

feeding many a farmer's stock their hungry mouth

The use of the long paddock is rapidly declining

our native animals' sun has once again began shining

researchers put"harps" along these grazing tracks

wanting to know what, where, how wildlife is coming back

No more hiding from bleating , dumb woolly choppers

many a bird said to catch now insects and grasshoppers

those beasts with those nasty horns no more using this patch

more now for us, said the kangaroos to the wombats

Small birds, bats, about those harps they don't sing

we fly into them, hard to see, damaging our wing

we do try to fly either higher or really very low

otherwise for us the long paddock is now a no-no

The main reason for the long paddocks decimation

road trains, quicker, faster transport to new vegetation

in times of devastating floods, fires, long- term drought

not many farmers, their cattle or sheep, get caught

Road trains, along highways, byways, by day and night

putting legends of drovers and swagman to flight

no more boiling of the billy, damper, stew, campfire

forcing many of these colourful characters to retire

Yet another chapter in Aussie folklore, heritage is lost

in age of computers, mighty dollar, the high cost

it is sad, incomprehensible, perhaps a twist of fate

Pitt Street farmers say " Prosper or perish mate"

2011-02-07T14:43:00.000-08:00

WHEN RETIRED, TRAVEL AUSTRALIA . . .

Retirement for many people, holds an unknown fear

choice of what to do now we are retired, really unclear

the prospect of being home 24 hours a day, very boring

now is the time to get away from it all, go exploring

There are many old towns, museums, historical places

making new friends, a yarn by a campfire, new faces

listen to birds in trees, singing their songs, day or night

sit and watch rising, setting of sun, brilliant end day's light

Marvel at nature's pallet of colour, in autumn or spring

scenic, beautiful panorama of faraway horizon unfolding

unbelievable sunsets in desserts, mangroves, ocean shores

follow in footsteps of early explorers, who have gone before

See drought stricken and fire ravaged land, fish in a river

size and sight of some aquatic animals make you shiver

eagles and hawks, bustards, brolga dancing, what a sight

owls, possums, sugar gliders, wombats, watch them at night

Burning cane fields, majestic river gums along river courses

see wild flowers in bloom, camels, feral pigs, cats, wild horses

listen to wind in the trees, when camped near billabong

this is retirement, a new world has opened up, life's evensong

Orchards, vineyards, rice and cotton fields, see the irrigation

sheep stations, cattle, sheep runs, backbone of our Nation

aboriginal rock paintings, shell middens, hear the didgeridoo

sight lyrebird, dingo, cascading waterfall, old man kangaroo

Retirement, best part of your life, travel Australia if you can

see our great land, open spaces, throw away your previous plan

memories of places visited, implanted forever on your mind

beautiful Australia, your country, unparalelled, one of a kind

2011-02-06T19:27:00.000-08:00

A CRISIS IN MID-LIFE . . .

To young people it seems a long way off

your mid-life crisis is coming too, don't scoff

we all go through it, you, me, friends, everyone

don't despair, it is the best time to have fun

It is somewhere between adolescence and old age

common thinking, brought up the kids, ready for grave

we realised and thought perhaps we've missed life's boat

people raising eyebrows, mumbling that silly old goat

Some men have a pre-conceived idea about all this

the time to fulfill their dreams and weirdest wish

trip to outer space, spending their money, willy nilly

be an astronaut, famous, fling with a young filly

Women hate looking old, worried about crow's feet

dressing-up as younger ones, on age they cheat

divorce, half his super, wild, wild parties, real cool

on with the make-up, rekindle youth, men will drool

The kids looking on, horrified, doing song and dance

o no, they are spending all that money, our inheritance

why, what are they doing to us, doesn't make sense

tried to stop us, miserable failed using any pretence

despite sly looks, some praise, criticising, underhand barbs

new lease of life, not yet for up stairs to play them harps

fountain of new found youth, elixer, ever so sweet

force to be reckoned with, old but not old, indeed

We will eventually answer the reaper's call, the final call

out of this life, into a bigger better next, a bigger ball

the twilight of our life flew by, not a single regret

blowing our trumpet, to our lovely kids, ratta-ta-tet!

2011-01-07T15:53:00.000-08:00

JOURNEY IN A HARSH LANDSCAPE . . .

The mid-winter morning is, as usual, crisp, clear and cold

the vegetation to be seen all round appears ancient, very old

low wizened Mallee, Acacia growing in very small fertile patches

morning breeze creating melodies in passing when it touches

Dusky unusual silhouttes rising gracefully against sky of old

it feels like serenity, as always, slumbering beneath limestone fold

distinctive ringing bird calls float across the early morning sky

those of us having been here before, as if friends are passing by

Songs of early birds, Babblers, Fan-tailed cuckoos, Currawong

maybe these birds with their beautiful songs, teaching their young

one would not think that any life could exist in this harsh land

for some birds, animals, it fulfills however a need, diet very bland

Pounding waves along seashore, eerie sounds in stillness of night

millions of stars in sky above, no moon, they provide the only light

presence of underground caves, indicated by blow-holes, big, small

sometimes full of clear water, ironic in area of very low annual rainfall

Landscape scarred, almost barren, anything survives here is a wonder

this is one of the mysteries of this, Australia, a land called "Down Under"

a result of millions oif years of battle between wind, sun, land, and sea

to be in this environment is good for the soul, mind, feeling totally free

It wasn't so long ago when early explorers crossed this forbidden land

saved from perishing on journey by roaming Aboriginal's guiding hand

with their intimate knowledge of finding precious water, some shade

explorers, disillusioned gave up hope, some finally journey's end made

2011-01-07T13:57:00.000-08:00

A jewel on the West Coast . . .

It was by mere chance discovering this jewel going down narrow track

never seemed to reach end, anticipating vista awaiting, didn't want to turn back

discovering it, of which the locals, in their wisdom, they certainly don't boast

a place to escape fast pace, humdrum of polluted city, yet so close, on the coast

Beautifully eroded limestone cliffs, standing amongst clear water lapping shore

undulating dunes, pristine beach, here and there a shipwreck, adding to decor

this is a place, although close to suburbia, one can relax, it will always be there

Pt Peron, at back door of city, waiting to be discovered, unparalelled anywhere

Whenever there, new discoveries are bound to be made, maybe in rock pool

or when meandering along myriad dune bush tracks, in summer shady and cool

one could encounter spectacle of Sea-eagles soaring high up in cloudless sky

maybe just sit down and let the beautiful landscape, for later, fill mind's eye

Going fishing off rocks, being careful where one steps, not catching any fish

didn't seem to matter, absorbing and surrounded by nature, what utter bliss

the impressive drama of changing colours of mirror images in water of rocks

one can almost tell the time of day, nature providing it's own time clocks

At night the enchantment of silvery moonlight, over limestone cliffs and bay

to be here forever, why leave, holding one spellbound, whether night or day

in winter would be even more dramatic, swell of huge waves battering reef

to weary sailors full of dangers, shipwrecks, testimony of having come to grief

The sky, cliffs, beach all turning red, ocean looks like pool of blood at sunset

maybe at end of some bush track, a similar jewel waits to be discovered yet

within our Australia, unbeknown to most, may be many more such places

depending on time of year, you too can experience, see nature's many faces

2010-01-07T13:50:00.000-08:00

COMING HOME AFTER THE HUNT . . .

It was still, surprisingly, rather dark in early morning and cool
the young fox, finally after a night's hunting, had his belly full
he surveyed field from shelter of hedge in nearness to lair
never throwing caution to wind, predators may be waiting there

Non curious sheep with lambs asleep amongst lush green grass
his nose twitched, rich flood of smells, not hungry, easy to pass
maybe tomorrow he may have to risk taking a lamb from mob
with their mothers watchfull, on full alert, would not be easy job

The trees, still a mass of blue shadow, taking shape in early light
another day was about to begin, resting easy he well might
on the skyline a brilliant smear of orange, yellow to be seen
the dome of sky clear, almost transparent, neither blue nor green

Sniffing the wind, getting nervous, on edge of forest he stopped
a tanquil view, on spring loaded feet rabbits among sheep bobbed
finally reached safety of another hedge, this along a muddy lane
barbed wire topped fence, which beyond he had explored, mundane

The mist starting to come up, swallowing little valley church's spire
he was really in dangerous spot, to stop and scenery to admire
a slight anomaly, brain registering it without real identification
fewer smells, no smoke from chimneys, what possible explanation

His nose twitched once again, in familiar surroundings he'd come
guided by smells through labyrinth to safety of earth and home
remembering when they was two, a much happier life in past
sadly shattered, when she went out alone, infernal shotgun blast

There had been food a-plenty then, never hungry, now just a trace
never had to hunt this far from home, each night a different place
at entrance he paused and smelled a smell that eased the pain
it was those faint smells, made him come back again and again

2010-01-06T19:39:00.000-08:00

A COMMUNITY SERVED BY VOLUNTEERS . . . .

There's a service in our community of which we're rightly proud
it was, many years ago, by concerned citizens brought about
free transport to get to a doctor, hospital, for those in need
especially those aged of whom their families payed them little heed

Implementing the idea, what was needed, a voluntary crew
these kind of people, as we are too well aware, are vey few
a vehicle, preferable one large, one small, no large fleet
just to help those in the community, that are most in need

It was implemented as a free service, unique, still the best
it has it ups and downs, over time has stood many a test
provided by like-minded people, caring and kind hearted
it seems only like yesterday, when thought of and started

To use this service is very simple, making just one phone call
when in need of transport to doctor, specialist or hospital
providing name, address, doctor, specialist, when and where
at appropiate time the bus does arrive, to take take you there

At times, when times are busy, the bus may be running late
they do their best, notify doctor, specialist, where appropiate
this service is provide by volunteers, with pride, smiling face
they are ordinairy people, who could live next door, your place

There is great satisfaction in a job well done at end of tiring day
a smiling face form those helped, grateful people, is reward, pay
every day is different, problems are not the same, guarantee
that's why it's satisfying to be a volunteer in your community
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This service is unique to the hospital that it operates out of for the last 25 years, not duplicated anywhere in Australia. Despite the harsh economic times it is still free and transports about 5000 people a year within a radius of 20km. We salute those volunteers.

2009-05-07T23:08:00.000-07:00

The Tanami Desert and fossilised rivers . . .

The Tanami Desert is an ancient landscape of spinifex and many a termite mound. It is hot and to all appearances it seems that not a drop of water could be found. The surface indications are also very misleading at even the first observations. There is plenty of water in fossil rivers, in
deep underground locations. In the days of Gondwana land, not long ago, this land was a virtual muddy swamp. Dripping rainforests, crisscrossing flowing rivers, places where dinosaurs used to tramp. Over millions of years the swamp dried up, sediment in rivers became soil, fine sand. Climatic elements also shaped the vegetation and wild life remaining on this land. Termite mounds provide an even better clue as to what water exists underground. In some places they are very small, where water levels are high, a bigger mound. Providing yet another clue are the juicier than normal desert plants of the Tanami. Profuse low scrub, spinifex grass is taller, thicker, lance-like leaves thrusting to the sky. Vast reservoirs of salt water, undergound, from oil explorations, it is known.Saltier than seawater, would need expensive treatment, for anything to be grown. Along remaining river valleys, groundwater closer to surface than anywhere else.Discoveries of fossilised rocks, Aboriginal paintings of variety of animals tells. Fewer than half of these species survive, due to changing climatic conditions shock. Extinctions were more dramatic and cruel soon after white man introduced grazing stock. Those that disappeared, little- , hare-, nail-tailed -wallabies, bandicoots, kangaroo rat. Never to return, after man, in a little over 150 years, has destroyed their habitat

2009-05-07T21:32:00.000-07:00

A meeting in the sky . . .

It's an unusual place, to say the least, a meeting in the sky
whilst hang gliding, attracting me with it's plaintive cry
a wedge-tailed eagle, big, black, circling oh so close
wings spread out and claws extended in attacking pose

Must have been angered by my intrusion, one could tell
narrowly missing in attacking dive, in giant shadow I fell
soaring then to tremendous height, no more than mere speck
so small, realising it's size, it was hard not to loose track

This unexpected encounter with wedge-tail eagle, so high
rekindled a childhood fascination about this bird of prey
as distinctive a part of Australian landscape as our kangaroo
you'l l find it from arid interior to snow covered peaks too

A hunter combining great flying power, extra ordinary grace
magnificent pair of wings, soaring on thermals, high cloud base
fast projectiles when diving, keen eyes, a special purpose tail
claws that are sure to grip, hooked beak, in hunting never fail

Maligned by farmers, killing many lambs, 'twas said in early days
governments encouraged their demise, for a bounty they'd pay
now they are protected, these magnificent acrobatic aerialists
if you've never experienced these birds, a great thrill missed

2009-04-06T19:31:00.000-07:00

EVOLUTION of AUSTRALIAN WILDFLOWERS . . .

Evolution of our wildflowers, dramatic, fascinating, conside-
ring the harshness, isolation of Australia. Flowering is a means
of achieving, at appropiate time, fertilisation. This mechanism
plants use to produce seed for next generation.

Being voiceless, flowers evolved colours, shapes, patterns, scents,
distinctive looks, textures,appealing to myriad insects and birds.
It is intriguing, these features, we can only look on in awe, no
artificial world here, nature in all it's splendour, in the raw.

With strategies which have developed over millions of years and
isolation, most flowering plants have spread widely in this con-
figuration. Appearing in the most unlikely places, seashore to inland
plains, mountain tops, river valleys, adapting a suitable strain

The Australian climate, landforms, creating varied environments,
geology, sunlight, space, soils, water, very basic requirements,
adaptability, diversity all a key factor in these most remarkable
plants. Evolving over millions of years, even in the present time.

Ancient soils very poor, no plant life they could possibly sustain,
on close inspection, they are highly specialised systems of living
they do contain.mechanisms for reducing water loss in severe
drought, equipped to recover even after severe bush fires

Yet, thousands of species of plants, on what is on offer, thrive,
diversification and adaptability, the key in a remarkably
fragile environment, some present in all climates, tropical, tempe-
rate, wet, dry, we do have an obligation to help their survival,
the least thing we can do is try.

2009-04-06T17:20:00.000-07:00

BREAD and BUTTER pudding . . .

Outback Australia, between Swallow and Camooweal
a whistlestop, hotel, motel, a good square meal
they make you very welcome, you will have a ball
plenty of meat, vegies, bread and butter pud as special

When you ate it, a very special taste you'd find
it always did wonders for your state of mind
some claimed it cured the common cold, the flu
others said it made you race to the outside loo

Many a question of how, what secret, asked in vain
as to what the bread and butter pudding did contain
the usual, was the cook's standard evasive reply
perhaps this is the first time you've come by?

Middle of night, in hotel's kitchen, a flickering light
the cook was at work, what a sight when in full flight
another batch of bread and butter pudding she 'd make
with these tourists, hotel's reputation was at stake

Milk , flour, eggs, stale bread, to make a lovely goo
then there was the most important secret thing to do
substituting the all important raisins, no fancy pack
with a handfull of dead flies from outside the old flytrap

2009-02-06T17:37:00.000-08:00

RAINFOREST'S CHANGING MOOD . . .

Misty low clouds, slowly drifting over high mountains
shrouding dense green vegetation with very fine rain
very little penetration of sun's rays through dense canopy
stately, here and there, in all kinds of hues, stands a tall tree

In rainforest an absense of any noticeable bird sound
you can hear the drips of water, from up high, falling on ground
a sodden mess of dead twigs, leaves, shedded bark, on forest floor
fallen trees, rotting, decaying, returning nutrients to soil so poor

Some covered in coloured fungi, red, pink, brown, even blue
tiny pools of brackish water, reflecting mirror like, every hue
intricate cobwebs, droplets of water, hanging like pearls on string
spiders, patiently waiting, for next meal to come by, to tangle in

On gnarled, not always fallen trunks, new leaves emerging in sun
soft yellows, pinks, dappled greens, new life cycle again has begun
throughout rainforest, after rain, birds and frogs starting to call
familiar sounds returning, stars above, night is beginning to fall

Another dawn will soon break, rain temporarely gone, sunlight
frog choruses diminishing, songs of mornging birds again delight
mood of the rainforest has changed, a new experience beginning
there's no turning back, body and soul with new energy ringing

2009-02-06T16:56:00.000-08:00

PASSAGE OF TIME CELEBRATED . . .

In the pastel light, after a hot day, in the setting sun
upon the escarpment, in fissure, a solitary Ghost Gum
absorbing, on its twisted white limbs, sun's dying ray
higher up, among rocks, surefooted wallabies play

In the sudden descending blackness of tropical night
the quietness, the landscape becomes a different sight
there are no stark, brilliant colours by light of full moon
eerie shapes, strange shadows, delicate flowers bloom

Crocodiles in water courses, patiently waiting for prey
water buffalo, wild horses, thirsty, edgy, slowly try
on ground and overhead flocks of migratory birds
cacophony of sound, deafening, nothing else is heard

Change of seasons, from dry to wet, tattoo of rain
transforming parched landscape to endless green plain
the walls of sandstone gorges take on whole new sheen
on some, simple Aboriginal paintings, a sight to be seen

The wet season has started, revitalising again this land
torrents of water, in, what was yesterday, river of sand
sometimes the seasons change early, sometimes late
an annual ritual, the passage of time, it helps to celebrate

2009-01-07T16:50:00.000-08:00

MAGIC TO DREAM ABOUT . . .

The night air is crisp, illuminated by a brilliant full moon
it's hard to go back to sleep, knowing dawn will break soon
heard thumpings in middle of night, reverberating in still air
huddled deeper into sleeping bag, wondering what went there

Dawn breaks, casting orange glow over sparsely wooded plain
as it gets lighter and hotter, it swallows setting moon again
the morning chorus of suberb songsters, like Sun- and Cat-bird
others, because of smaller numbers, dry habitat, seldom heard

Sheer walls of Gorge, in early light reveal eons of earth's history
before the Dreamtime, richly sculpted rockface, rise majestically
along walking track, deep water holes, shimmering crystal clear
flowering Wattles, Bottlebrush, shade, pause a moment here

Above gorge, lookout providing spectacular panoramic view
a landscape tortured thru the ages, awe inspiring, old, yet new
potholed creekbed, resembling dinosaur foot prints, imagination
small lizards sunning themselves, wild flowers, plenty of variation

Exploring, hiking, photographing, swimming, whatever is the case
time out to contemplate dramatic landscape, beauty of this place
words fail to describe its existence, it seems unlikely and yet
it ever so slowly evolved over time with every sunrise and sunset

Traveling in this amazing land, many more such places to be seen
some are easy to reach, others take a bit of effort if you're keen
now that the holidays are over and back to reality, daily grind
often daydreaming about magical Porcupine Gorge we did find

2009-01-07T16:10:00.000-08:00

The KIMBERLEYS . . .

The parched, unforgiving, expanse of what is the Kimberleys
does hide land full of unexpected beauty, Aboriginal mystery
beautiful Wandjina Gorge, Tunnel Creek and the Lennard River
each has it's own surprises that overwhelm, make you shiver

Tall majestic walls of Standley Chasm, waters of Tunnel Creek
bats wheeling in caves, crocodiles slithering into muddy deep
day comes to a close in quiet surroundings, dramatic change
unnerving sound of giant flying crickets coming from the range

Sunrise, sunset, spectacular affairs, imprinting upon memory
one becomes aware why this land is sacred to the Aboriginie
endless expanse of Kimberley counry, empty rocky yellow plain
dry short stunted trees, cloudless azure sky, land crying for rain

Kimberley's isolation, still connecting Aboriginals to this land
ancient people, rich culture, sometimes taking extreme stand
stories of Rainbow Serpent, Earth Snake, others, still being told
a people, proud of ancestral Dreamtime stories, keeping hold

The mysteriousness of this land, makes you want to come back
retracing steps, just wander, experience again The Outback
The Kimberleys, seemingly an inhospitable land at first glance
but, after being there a short while, will delight, give it a chance

2009-01-07T14:01:00.000-08:00

WHY EVER GO ABROAD . . .

We've got eucalypts, wattles, unique wildflowers,
deserts and endless plains, panoramic horizons,
nature's beauty and starkness, contrasts overpower
floods, droughts, fires sometimes the landscape scar
sprawling cities, towns far flung, loneliness, isolation,
salt lakes, rainforests at ocean shore, history, folklore,
struggles to farm the land, ingenious innovations,
land of Aboriginal myth, mysterious rock paintings
where seemingly ever none or tranquil rivers flow,
unleashing their destructive powers when in flood,
where majestic eucalypts and river gums grow,
mangroves, tangled roots, smelly bottomless mud
there is mining of opals, emeralds, iron ore, lead, zinc
copper, gold, manganese, our technology and science
is up there with the world's best, diamonds and oil,
in times of world conflicts surely have passed the test,
to many nationalities we are a land of milk and honey,
temperate climates, can follow sunshine all year round,
social security, governments freely handing out money,
no passport needed wherever in this Australia you go,
land of the emu, kangaroo, kookaburra, crocodiles,
brumbies, galahs, rabbits, brolga, cane toad, yabbies,
billabongs, Southern Cross in sky on cloudless nights,
comfortable lifestyle, carry a swag if you like and roam,
having all this, why wouldn't you call it Home, sweet Home.

2008-12-06T16:59:00.000-08:00

THE SWAGGIE . . .

In the cemetery there stands a simple wooden cross
on it, Swaggie, caught my eye and imagination
no claim to fame, achievement, just one of society's dross
a harmless soul, nobody knew, a-tramping around the Nation

His old felt hat, worn jauntily, belongings, swag on back
grey whiskers, tousled hair, flowing long white beard
worn boots, army great coat, heading along unknown track
almost a trade mark, about him not many people cared

Leading a simple life, never a worry or ever creating a fuss
communicating with nature, in heart and mind content
a lifelong dream fulfilled, maybe strange to many of us
looking at life in a different perspective, no fairy story

Many a place he had been, hitching a ride or just walk
always as one with nature, according to environment
about his travels, if you asked, only too willing to talk
for many hours, wishing his odessy would never end

Days of the Swaggie, romantic as they may seem, no more
like so many things of yesteryear, passing into Folklore
as in life, so too in death, at rest under a shady tree
no name, no Epitaph, just an all encompassing "Swaggie

2008-12-06T15:26:00.000-08:00

A RIVER CARVED OUT OF STONE . . .

Floodwaters over centuries have left their mark in this river carved out of stone
to appreciate it's beauty of towering sheer walls can be done by boat alone
creating caves and overhangs when through sandstone cliffs it forged it's way
walls displaying kaleidoscope of colours by changing light throughout the day

This river in winter it serene beauty, peacefulness, tranquility grossly belie
in summer, when in full flood, a very destructive force when it thunders by
the waters become very deep between the sheer walls, flowing metres wide
eroding the banks, drowning wildlife, uprooting trees, what a terrifying sight

The mirror-like reflections of multi-coloured walls amazing sight to behold
interspersed, here, there, delicate plants, clinging to walls, tenuous foothold
along path subtle formed rock bars,creating foaming rapids, miniature waterfall
great variety of birds, cormorants, fairy martins, rainbow birds, enthrall

Freshwater crocodiles, in search of food in tranquil waters, slowly cruise by
almost a fisherman's paradise, usually catch perch, barramundi, on first try
unlike most Aboriginal rock art found, here not always in caves, rock shelters
often on open walls, although protected from fierce sun and torrential rain

Drawings, some 18000 years old, depict ancestral Spirits, animals of Dreamtime
some of them brilliant colours, red ochres, meticulously drawn in very fine line
scattered in Outback Towns or Stations, few Aboriginal descendants still survive
their traditional relationship with the land and Katherine Gorge being kept alive

2008-11-08T17:10:00.000-08:00

Nature is an absolute Wonderland . . .

Smokey blue hills on horizon far away
wonderland of nature, grandiose in its display
from dry inland to where rainforests meet the sea
sun, rain, wind, each an entity, moving in harmony

Cedars, eucalypts, cut down long ago, large stumps
used in ships, houses, coal mines, new leaves in clumps
ribbon of silver, murmuring creek in valley below
gurgling over moss covered pebbles, not interrupting flow

On steep mountain sides, all covered in fine scree
supporting in small crevices, occasional stunted tree
against all odds, they somehow manage to survive
a web of intermingled spidery roots giving it precious life

Myriad small insects dancing, age-old rituals, sub-dued light
wild flowers, vibrant colours, eucalypts of great height
spiders, beetles, fungi, nests of birds, bush honey bees
brumbies, wild pigs, foxes, dingos, kangaroos, roaming free

Nature's way, micro organisms at work well below ground
making sure the bush's life cycle keeps going round
each creature in its own way contributing, not stopping toil
breaking down twigs, leaves, old logs, to enhance the soil

Waterfalls, ever changing sight, waterbirds and frogs,
wombat, lizards, snakes, sleep in hollows, burnt out logs
to experience nature's wonderland close at hand, go there
you'll never regret, immerse yourself in it, its everywhere

2008-11-08T15:08:00.000-08:00

PAUSE A MOMENT . . .

Go and spend a night in Australian bush, great thrill
titillating your senses, heart and mind with wonder fill
a brilliant sunset at end of the day, moon slowly rising
millions of stars above you, the light subdued, surprising

Nowhere else, even worldwide, only in Australia, will you see
koalas, possums, sugar gliders, foraging in tree's canopy
diversity of insects, age-old rituals performing, air is light
boulders, grotesque shapes, mountains, magical sight

Wombats, flying foxes, emus, frogs in billabong croaking
bush's smell , flowers, unusual noises, thought provoking
wallabies, kangaroos, like silhouettes in pale moonlight
pause now and then, really listen to sounds of the night

Dingos howl, creaking of dry leaning old trees, owls hoot
gurgling of nearby creek, crunching of twigs underfoot
ant-eaters, echidnas rummaging for food on forest floor
magic moments in time, ocean sounds on faraway shore

Enchantment of bush by night soon lost by rising sun
whispy mists, light of dawn, the magic of night has gone
cadenza of morning bird's chorus, like a symphony
the experience lingers in your mind, everlasting memory

2008-10-06T17:32:00.000-07:00

THE LITTLE BUSH PUB . . .

Smokey ceiling, wooden floor, bar of finest teak
this then is the bush town's cosey litle pub
many stories had been told, if the walls could speak
of generation after generation, was the social hub

Tales of floods, droughts, poor seasons, prosperity
battles with bureacracy, rabbits, foxes, fires won, lost
birth, death, some tragic happenings, just like big family
produce prices, up or down, banks increasing loan cost

Publican, friendly bloke, muscular, by any means big in size
barmaid, redhead, buxom, sometimes a little too rough
he served the regular drunks their beer in blocks of ice
she fixed the rowdy ones, one stare was usually enough

Jack, he'd tell stories, so unbelievable and equally bizarre
Bill naturally voicing his opinion, its all a load of bull
Cockey, perched in cage, screeching, on end of bar
all the others, quietly drinking, shut-up you bloody fool

So they kept on merrily drinking, beer, spirits and stout
paying, in their intoxicated state, scant attention to time
one more, vaguely remembering which way was the way out
let alone driving their car safely home in a straight line

Maybe you've been inside these charming little country pubs
scattered all over in bush towns in this great land
many now turned, at considerable cost, into cold, modern clubs
in their country town's bush setting, they look quite bland

2008-10-06T15:21:00.000-07:00

OLD, BUT STILL LIVING . . .

The deserts of Australia are a facsinating place
nights very cold, days hot, shimmering in heat haze
little rainfall, sparse vegetation, few animals survive
in harsh environment, early explorers lost their live

Some birds have adopted special skills, numbers are few
surviving on little water, sucking at plants for morning dew
some fish and frogs hibernate in tunnels underground
awaiting seasonal rainfall, if and when it does come around

In the distance a few camels, brumbies roam this land
nibling at sparse vegetation, dry, half buried by sand
a lonely dingo prowls, of human beings it's not shy
solitairy falcon circling above, looking for some prey

Hostile environment, no landmarks, very intimidating
and yet full of life, not changed for eons, facsinating
many a season has passed, some with no rain at all
many seeds laying dormant, waiting for the rain to fall

The Simpson Desert, ancient sea, dry since Gondwana land
as far as the eye can see, unrelenting expanse of fine sand
age old inhabitants, interacting elements, unforgiving
mimicking, mocking ancient sea shore, old, but still living

2008-09-08T18:26:00.000-07:00

TRAVELING OUR BEAUTIFUL AUSTRALIA . . .

The road curved over old wooden bridge, revealing breath-taking view
this frequently happens, unexpected in your travels, nothing really new
there are so many places to choose from, hard to say which is the best
each it's own particulair charm, all very inviting to stay longer and rest

A place with many walking tracks is Croajingalong on south east coast
the variety of flora, fauna, incredible scenery, of which it proudly boast
inland as far as eye can see, dense shrub, wildernes, bushwalker's dream
among stretch of coast sand dunes, steep granite cliffs in sunshine gleam

In many inlets water like diluted black ink, fettucine kelp waving in swell
you can experience Australian fur seals here, sheltered, doing very well
be prepared for deafening noise, the stench of rotting fish, it fills the air
maybe so as not to spoil your precious holidays, don't linger too long there

A very diverse environment, steep gullies, coloured lichen, moss, waterfall
on sides of heaped scree, water gums clinging precariously, spindly, very tall
many varieties of orchids, endangered wildlife such as the Ground Parrott
stand still, pause a moment, maybe a Gippsland Water Dragon you'll spot

As darkness falls, one can indulge in spotlighting for wildlife in tree canopy
possums, sugar gliders, koala, small tree kangaroo, almost extinct, you see
it is not hard to spot Crimson Rosellas, Black-faced Shags, maybe Bower Bird
wake up in the mornings to chorus of diverse birds, the best you've ever heard

Calls of Lyre Birds, Gang-Gang Cockatoos drifting on breeze, kites on thermals
experienced only minute detail from all that's to see, senses did enthrall
all this needs more than a lifetime to see it, much, much longer to understand
sadly time came to say farewell, goodbye, leaving behind Nature's Wonderland

2008-09-08T16:54:00.000-07:00

IN THE MUTED LIGHT OF . . .

In the muted light of daybreak, barely the horizon one could see
small bats capturing final mouthfulls, then disappearing in hollow tree
fluted pipings of pied butcher birds drifting on still, cool, morning air
an almost sacred atmosphere, not being disturbed by humans being here

Perfect backdrop to dawn chorus, whispy mists rising from nearby billabong
as the dawn light slowly increases, more birds join with their beautiful song
changing colour of morning light seems to be playing tricks before one's eyes
turning sandstone cliffs, all around, into myriad colours, as sun rises in sky

This is Mt Mulligan, formidable monolith, bigger than Ayers Rock, no less
swelling in size as light increases, rearing out of plain, appearing like fortress
pock-marked by eons of wind, rain, ochre coloured sheer cliffs, cloudy sky
ideal nesting place for peregrine falcons, protected, bird's eye view of prey

Here and there stands of skeleton trees, warming their 'bones' in midday sun
tiny leaves portruding from bleached branches, fully grown, not just begun
struggling up the last steepest stony incline, savouring the view to be had
westerly Great Dividing Ranges, easterly Feathered Ranges, dry, khaki-clad

Permanent waterhole, beginning of creek, in deep gorge of red rock disappearing
a ravine with reflective rock pools, lush ferns, shapes of kangaroos in clearing
in dim recess of cave, very easy to miss, beautiful, but faded paintings of animals
wasp nests, ghost bats, termites, soot from long ago campfires of Aboriginals

Presence of Aboriginal artists of times past, in almost sacred silence one could feel
whose hands, twig brushes, made these images on ancient stone canvas, surreal
Mt Mulligan's landscape remarkably diverse in flora, fauna, craggy cliff faces
in overall history, environment of Australia, one of those truly facsinating places

2008-08-07T21:40:00.000-07:00

WELCOME TO OUR WONDERLAND . . .

Traveling this country many a panoramic landscape unfolds
heightening your expectations, senses, curiosity what it holds
soon you'll reach destination, striking camp for a few nights
this is The Grampians, after long journey you've finally arrived

Getting up early to climb lookout at campsite before sunrise
to experience beginning of new day, a never to forget surprise
you can see the glowing ball of rising sun, casting it's orange hue
over early morning mists, against a sky full of promise and blue

The muted light of daybreak slowly erasing any darkness of night
some ranges like islands, promotories, changing in early light
a wonderland awaits one of flora, fauna and Aboriginal art
so much to see and do, difficult to decide where, how, to start

Red-headed Gang-Gang Cockatoos, Wallabies, Emus, maybe a snake
Grey Kangaroos, Corellas, squabbling, having a drink at mountain lake
you may see Brush-tailed Possums, Sugar gliders and Wombats
a large feral population of Deer, Goats, Pigs, Rabbits and Cats

Silver Banksia, Blackwood, deep mine shafts, no ruins to be seen
nature has claimed back once prosperous gold diggings, Mafeking
Snow Gums, Mountain Grey Gums, Stringy Bark, may, many more
wild flower varieties to numerous to mention on forest floor

The old quarry, rusted machinery, stone masons long since gone
many houses, important buildings, built with this beatiful stone
you see massive stumps of Messmate, Mountain and River Gum
mesmerising magnificient waterfalls of the escarpment they run

Go hiking, climb a mountain, hot air ballooning, canoe on the lake
Hawks, Eagles soaring, cartwheeling in the sky, pictures to take
when you've seen it all, unlikely, quietly contemplate the overall
you too will say: "The Grampians for a holiday, mate, it's got it all!"

2008-08-07T20:05:00.000-07:00

Portrait of a Lady, She has beatifully coloured eyes,
alluring and good looks, quick, as usual, on her feet
aware of admiring sly glances, she herself wasn't exactly
shy. Spitting image of her parents, no doubt plenty of
admirers wherever she went. Personality plus, sensing
when talked about, any occasion willing to attend. Riding
on a motorbike, style supurb, great, without helmet, wants
to feel wind on her face. Drawing attention like Queen of an
estate, always prim and proper, everything in it's place.
Living on a farm, helping with cattle, sheep, when nothing
to do pokes around in machinery shed. Never too lazy, no
shirking in earning her keep, keeping in good shape, golden
rule, early to bed. Very seldom took offence, hardly ever a
grizzle, her life certainly wasn't easy, sometimes a bit of a
hard slog. Didn't like being shouted at, but, turned at a whistle,
contrary to your thinking, she was a very well educated and
wel bred Sheepdog.

2008-08-07T19:12:00.000-07:00

Exploring Australia's magnificient coastline . . .

Traveling Australia, no-one forgets spectacular South Coast
of rock formations,all shapes, colours, sizes, does it boast
by huge waves, winds without abating, it's constantly lashed
many a sailing ship, in early days, against the rocks was dashed
not even rocks withstand this relentless pounding of these waves
over thousands, millions of years, creating wierd shapes and caves

Their energy expended, traveling endless kilometres of open sea
blowholes, far inland, foam, spray above cliff tops, a lone tree
there are reverbating thumps, booms, like thunder at a distance
in rough weather, don't go near edge, you're taking a big chance
residual towers of harder rock, spectacularly rise from rough sea
near Port Campbell, in fine weather, "Twelve Apostles" you'll see

Inland are large areas that are forested by twisted Mallee Tree
big knobbly underground roots, wildflowers bloom in Spring
Papery Sunray, Poached Egg Daisies, many more, large, small
if you listen, stand still, you may see Mallee fowls, hear their call
most lakes connected to Murray River, overflowing after heavy rain
these, for many wetland birds, becomes their breeding domain

White-bellied Sea Eagle,Pelican, Black Swan, variety of ducks too
Mulga Parrot, Egret, Euro, Western, Eastern Grey and Red Kangaroo
traveling along The Great Ocean Road, many an unfamiliar sound
different horizons, ever changing coastline, scenery will astound
there are spectacular vistas on cloudy days with the varying light
elements of Nature, relentlessly eroding The Great Australian Bight

2008-07-07T18:47:00.000-07:00

A JEWEL ON THE WEST COAST . . .

It was by mere chance discovering this jewel going down narrow bush track
never seeemed to end, anticipating vista awaiting, didn't want to turn back
discovering it, of which the locals, in their wisdom, they certainly didn't boast
a place to escape fast pace, humdrum of polluted city, yet so close, on coast

Beautifully eroded limestone cliffs, standing amongst clear water, lapping shore
undulating dunes, pristine beach, here and there a shipwreck, adding to decor
this is a place, although close to suburbia, one can relax, it always will be there
Pt Peron, at backdoor of city, waiting to be discovered, unparalelled anywhere

Whenever there, new discoveries are bound to be made, maybe in rockpool
or when meandering along myriad dune bush tracks, in summer shady and cool
one could encounter spectacle of Sea Eagles soaring high, in cloudless sky
maybe sit yourself down, let the beautifull landscape, for later, fill mind's eye

Going fishing off rocks, being careful where one steps, not catching any fish
didn't seem to matter, absorbed and surrounded by nature, what utter bliss
the impressive drama of changing colours of mirror images in water of rocks
one can almost tell the time of day, nature providing its own unique clocks

At night the enchantment of silvery moonlight, over limestone cliffs and bay
to be here forever, why leave, holding one spellbound, whether night or day
in winter would be even more dramatic, swell of huge waves battering reef
to weary sailors full of danger, shipwrecks, testimony of having come to grief

The sky, cliffs, beach all turning red, ocean looks like pool of blood at sunset
maybe at end of some bush track a similar jewel awaits to be discovered yet
in beautiful Australia, unbeknown to most, may be many more such places
depending on time of year, you too can experience it, a nature of many faces.

2008-07-07T16:54:00.000-07:00

MEMORIES OF A CEDAR CUTTER . . .

On his verandah there sat the old man, box of old photos on the ground
reliving days of his youth as a cedar cutter, when still of body, mind, sound
almost confined to wheelchair in his twilight years, dog keeping him company
memories came flooding back, from years gone by, they were varied and many

Magically in his mind's eye, photos come alive, showing mates and working chums
revealng dense expanse of mountains, valleys, witth stands of tall grey-green gums
they treated each other like a brother, the years they spend helping one another
that special bond still seemed to exist even now, whenever there was a get-together

Echoes of the sounds of axes reverberating, cutting down tall Cedar trees, chop, chop
the call of "Timberrr", a ver pronounced silence, mighty whoosh, when giant did drop
in the distance the bullocky was waiting with his team, whip cracking, chains a-rattle
to move this giant down the steep mountain, would be a very difficult job, a real battle

The bullocks pulled this way and that, the bullocky's colourful language renting the air
come on you lazy Molly, Daisy, you can do better, I want a bit more bloody pull there
steam rising from their backs, straining chains to breaking point, whip swooshing thru air
finall giant log started to move, this was the danger point, one had to take great care

Those were hectic days, no letting up of the arduous shifting of logs, more ahead
logs had to moved off mountain, come what may, one careless move, you'd be dead
they were held on embankments near the river, on which to be floated, after rain
there were many such places, to drag logs too far was dangerous, in this steep terrain

Soon rain did come, the logs released into the river, really dangerous work now began
guiding them over rapids, around bends, the untanglements when caught up in a jam
one had to be almost a ballet dancer, jumping from log to log, half submerged, wet
in past some lives were lost, crushed by logs, losing footing, sofar hadn't happened yet

As men and logs furiously sped past,looking on in awe, were the settlers along the river
watching those taking risks, even the thought of one slipping under logs, made you shiver
after hazarduous journey logs finally reached enormous millpond, this their holding yard
from here through the noisy saws, processing of beautiful timber would now really start.

2008-06-06T19:27:00.000-07:00

THE OUTBACK OF AUSTRALIA . . .

Australia, a country of boundless plains,distances fast
sparse vegetation, dry, wet, changeable, creative contrast
thousands of square miles, here and there lonely homestead
part of our country, few of us really know, called "The Outback"

Spirit of kinship, hospitality, binds these people of this land
holding together a social structure via 'phone or radio band
education for their children, help in sickness or distress
brought to them, first by radio, then Flying Doctor, great success

Go, be enveloped, marvel at the timelessness, the immensity
be part of it's mystique, beauty, harshness, great diversity
ever changing landscape, wildlife, magic to behold setting sun
millions of stars at night, dawn chorus of birds, new day has begun

See Aboriginal rockpaintings, hear dreamtime stories behind all
birdlife, running rivers in wet season, magnificient waterfalls
feral animals in large numbers, camels, cats, wild pigs, brumbies
sight of great anthills, tall palms, canyons, sandy deserts, boab trees

Sound of mournful didgediroo, drifting on still air of tropical night
splashes in billabong, crocodiles, some animals to the death fight
great variety of insects, chicada's, mosquito's, howls of wild dogs
whoosh of flapping wings, music of night birds, croaking of frogs

Traveling in "The Outback", of it's dangers, loneliness, be fully aware
listen to advice from those who have been there, so you can prepare
once you've been there, realising the gullible vastness of our land
we've got it all here, holidays anywhere else seemingly quite bland

2008-06-06T18:40:00.000-07:00

UNFORGIVING, BEWARE, IT CAN KILL . . .

Under eclectic blue sky, streaked with whispy cirrus clouds, white
moving across sweeping brown endless plain, awesome sight
silvery saltbush, acacia, to barely discernible horizon far away
a formidable, hot vista, no place for animals, even humans, to stay

Ground cover very tightly packed pebbles, this is the Gibber Plain
vegetation is virtually non-existent, this place crying out for rain
wedge-tailed eagles engaged in disputed terrritorial aerial display
on ground, camels, kangaroos in meagre shade, blistering hot day

A land stripped of all adornment, giving Gibber Plain it's allure
mean, unencumbered, mostly dry, hot, this is elemental nature
this mighty landscape has a harsh, physical beauty all of it's own
even early explorers realised that here nothing could ever be grown

In some parts, so-called "jump-ups", rising from the valley's floor
odd erosion shaped remnants of mountains that were here before
suddenly, sky opened, bolts of lightning, thunder, torrential rain drowning valley floor, beginning of transformation to grassy plain

One can almost feel the sighs of plants, animals, from heat relief
once again, unexpectedly, rain came to the rescue, however brief
creatures, plants, having adapted to the conditions that are harsh
managing, very cleverly in dry seasons, when feed, water are scarse

Here is, what is known as "Cameron Corner", by a simple survey post
the coming together of three States, NSW, SA, Queensland as host
it is also called "The Corner Country", west of Silver City, Broken Hill
a part of Australia, harsh, beautiful, unforgiving, beware, it can kill

2008-05-10T00:29:00.000-07:00

ALMOST A PARADISE . . .

Many people in their life never venture much past front gate
nor travel our beautiful country, Australia, till almost too late
those that do, have memories of places they have been
diversity of landscapes, ghost towns, historical places seen

One such place could be a rainforest, after heavy rain
observing scintilitating colours in run-off, undulating terrain
tumbling past crazy angled boulders, moss covered trees
rushing in creekbed, into transparent pool, miniature seas

Underfoot a soggy mess, very careful here, slippery ground
brilliant fungi, colours of rainbow, on rotting trees abound
rays of dappled sunlight, magic, rarely touching forest floor
adding just finishing touch to overall wet rainforest decor

Makes you feel one with nature, your own world, feeling small
surrounded by all this beauty, almost a paradise, trees so tall
giant bird's nests ferns hanging from trees, buttressed trunks
here, there, signs of past vulcanic activity, old odd lava chunks

Spectacular views from some points high above the valley floor
on days of cloudless skies, see birds of prey majestically soar
sometimes this place is regarded as a birdwatcher's dream
maybe sight of rare bird, endangered species, seldom seen

On closer inspection, there is still more life than the eyes meet
great diversity of plant life, microscopic plant world under feet
a place full of wonder, nature's display of its everyday mystery
all for us to see, admire, storing for later, to revive memory

2008-05-09T15:32:00.000-07:00

BEAUTIFUL, MYSTERIOUS, STRANGE . . . .

Not to be missed when traveling in this country is the Bungle Bungle Range
located in the East Kimberley, it's at once beautiful, mysterious, strange
Rising as a panorama of eroded crumpled sandstone hills, bee-hive like shapes
stark spires, jagged cliffs, natural phenomena of nature,, all real, no fakes

Rock walls of enormous heights trust themselves up from bare valley floor
tall Palm trees line the valley, and thrive in a soil that seems to be very poor
The gorges contain many offshoots, the groundcover a very resilient vegetation
dry creekbed with sun-bleached rocks, all shapes, all sizes, fires the imagination

Golden hues bathes scenery as the late afternoon sun strikes the massive wall
making them glow as if lit from within, already here, there, night predators call
One part is a series of domes in closed formation, like statues rising from the land
the impression is being conveyed of a carrillion, thrown there by a giant hand

Beware, it's easy to get lost, yet a must see, an elaborate, intriguing, natural maze
group of tall spires, black and orange striped domes shimmer in heat haze
Twisting tracks amongst a myriad of tall domes, short, fat, odd shapes and more
others like unfinished caves, some like coloured pancakes, plenty more to explore

One gets infected with a passion, never ever to be diappointed, in nature's quest
there is so much to see in every direction, always to be amazed by what was next
In the dry season there are occasional pools of water, to satisfy fauna's thirst
one can imagine thunderous cascades when monsoonal deluge makes them burst

Then there is the most beautiful hidden feature of all, when coming around a bend
amphitheatre filled with clear water, on other side small beach, pure white sand
When night falls, new perspective of ghost-like silhouettes before your very eyes
strange feelings envelop you, not easy to shrug off, no matter how hard you try

Often descibed as mysterious, remote, surreal, a place with whole new nature's feel
the magnitude is breath-taking, to human mind it seems to be completely unreal
To miss this natural attraction would be a shame, off course it's off the beaten track
having been caught up in it's magic, the urge doesn't ever leave you, to go back

2008-04-07T18:06:00.000-07:00

BIRDWATCHING IN A HARSH LANDSCAPE

No-one would believe , at first glance, plants surviving at all
Saltbush, Bluebush, bunched low amongst Mallee, itself not tall
constantly buffeted by hot, dry, north winds of a treeless plain
knife-sharp cold south winds from Antarctica, bringing icy-cold rain

Breeze, caresssing Mallee, causing delicate melodies, when passing by
dusky silhouettes of dunes outlined against early morning sky
of the many bird songs heard , one stands out, the Currawong
quickly followed by other early risers with an equally beautifull song

Truly a bird watcher's paradise, isolated, well of the beaten track
once you've been there, the urge remains forever with you to go back
near seashore, colony of Penguins, in equal harsh conditions thrive
it is the only known mainland site where Australian Sea Lions survive

Old Telegraph Station lovingly restored, with museum out the back
elderly couple tending weather station, also of bird life keeping track
travel in these parts is far from easy, often with utter havoc wrought
bush tracks with razor sharp limestone rocks, driving requires thought

Sand drifts, claypans that turn into greasy quagmires after little rain
driving on ocean shore with seaweed everywhere, dangerous terrain
quietness, solitude, tranquility in landscape so harsh and yet pristine
it's a place where you can easily loose yourself and forget real time.

2008-04-07T17:28:00.000-07:00

WHEN IN AUTUMN IT CALLS MY NUMBER . . .

It happens around autumn every year, it never fails to amaze
something inside me urges me to visit, again, my favourite place coinciding with longer nights, cold temperatures, dew on grass
every time have to decide to either go, or, this time shall I pass

It's a powerfull yearning for raw warmth, smell of Red-gum campfire
just me, the stars, soaking up sounds of bush, before one does retire
in my mind's eye take off like a Wedge-tail Eagle, soaring into night sky
a flight of fancy, any direction, across a million stars, can but try

Soaring over landscape, finding my favourite place, Mawson Plateau
been here before, long drive by car, undescribable impressive when go
once there, have to undertake strenuous day's walk, no access by car
setting the tone and appreciating landscape, it's really not that far

Tumbling granite tors, coloured ochre, spectacular, awesome, inspiring
razorback quartzite ridges slashed by deep gorges, painted Finches flying
around waterholes, skirted by flashbright sandbanks, well earned rest
gurgling streams, Red-capped Robins, statuesque Grass Trees, the best

Gentle rush of water, slipping over granite edge into polished rock hollow
circle of Sturt's Desert Pea, in bloom, when eyes the watercourse follow
changing colours of crazy rock formations, with every sunrise and sunset
nature has put here for you and me, grandeur of sights, colour pallette

Each night sit around Red-Gum campfire till finally it's embers are dying
looking back on day, stars above, bush sounds of night, very satisfying
slowly, reluctantly, crawl into sleeping bag for a peaceful nights slumber
would I eagerly answer call in autumn, when it again calls my number ?

2008-03-08T17:43:00.000-08:00

FIVE MILLION SQUARE MILES . . .

FIVE MILLION SQUARE MILES OF ANCIENT LAND, POPULATION SPARSE
A LAND TORTURED BY FLOODS, FIRES, DROUGHT, BEARING IT'S SCARS
ENDLESS VISTAS, FAINT TRACKS ON LANDSCAPE OF MAN OR ANIMAL
SO REMOTE, FEW SIGNS OF HUMAN HABITATION, EVEN OF ABORIGINAL

WILD HORSES, BIRDS OF MANY COLOURS, WATER BUFFALO, CAMEL HERDS
FOSSILS OF EXTINCT ANIMALS THAT NEVER ANYWHERE ELSE OCCURED
ON ROCK FACES MANY CRUDE DRAWINGS BY EARLY ABORIGINAL MAN
DEPICTING HISTORY THROUGH THE AGES OF THIS WANDERING CLAN

SLOWY, SLOWLY, WHITE MAN CAME, WITH FORCE, STAKING HIS CLAIM
CONQUERING THE GREAT WILDERNESS, RAINFORESTS AND GIBBER PLAIN
TOWARDS HORIZON, FAR AWAY, NEVER COMING CLOSER, PROMISED LAND
BRINGING SHEEP, CATTLE, TAKING BIGGEST GAMBLE, OFTEN FATAL STAND

YEARS OF DROUGHT, FLOODS, FIRES, DESTROYING ALL, NOTHING LEFT
FRIGHTENING, SOUL DESTROYING, TOTALLY LEAVING ONE UTTERLY BEREFT IN SOME PLACES PEOPLE LIVE IN CAVES, COMFORTABLE, DEEP UNDERGROUND
TRYING TO ESCAPE THE RELENTLESS SUN'S HEAT, NEARLY ALL YEAR ROUND

A MAN'S COUNTRY, NOT A LIFE YOU'D SHARE WITH SOMEONE YOU LOVE
MILES FROM CIVILISATION, HUMAN BEINGS, WOMAN HAD TO TOUGH
THE INCONVENIENCE, RAISING CHILDREN, IN THIS HOSTILE ENVIRONMENT
VERY FEW TAKING UP THE CHALLENGE, TOGETHER, AS ONE, WORKING LAND

FIVE MILLION SQUARE MILES, HEARTBREAKING, YET FULL OF NEVER ENDING HOPE UNBELIEVABLE HARDSHIPS, LONELINESS, PEOPLE LEARN SOMEHOW TO COPE
IT'S CALLED "THE OUTBACK", "THE NEVER NEVER", "THE BACK OF BEYOND"
SURVIVING, STRENGHTENING, NEVER EVER LETTING GO, INVINCEABLE BOND

2008-03-08T17:03:00.000-08:00

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STRANGER THAN FICTION . . . .

Something made them pause, brief look at one another, mere chance
a meeting of lost souls, giving rein to dormant Love, during a dance
an unknown force to both, suddenly coming to live, least expected
could this have been, by one or the other, a feeling of being rejected?

Different lifestyles, ages, nothing in common outwardly, so to say
yet seemingly inevitable dormant love had to be awakened this way
there are never any explanations for surprises in life's merry-go-round
to some, seemingly attuned to life, even these happenings, do astound

Enveloping them with strong Love in times of loneliness, not feeling bereft
a Love, proportinate emotions, encouraging respect, certainly no regret
more of a meeting of like minds, a platonic friendship of physical closeness
to see them together, of great Love between them, one would never guess

It brought emotions to the surface in each of them, which they never knew
balancing a daily life of which the high and lows are now infrequent, very few realising that, a great mystery in their life, is happening here and now
perhaps in future, not guarded carefully, will raise many a critical eyebrow

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2008-03-08T15:32:00.000-08:00

A LAND OF FAR HORIZONS . . .

It's a world, young in earth time, in throes of creation still
full off fierce beauty, adventure, your senses it will thrill
battered by drought, drenched by rain, searing hot sun
cooled by ocean breezes, savage and yet serene in turn

To early explorers, not finding water, was greatest enemy
endless empty horizons, a very occasional stunted tree
lots of courage, tenacity, to explore this unforgiving land
for days alone, maybe encountering hostile Aboriginal band

Land of sometimes persistent hot sun, haunting, yet beautifull
after rain carpets of wild flowers, rain filled rock pool
glistening like black glass, meteriotic debris, in setting sun
different scenery slowly emerging, another night has begun

Millions of stars, full moon, lighting up this treeless plain
very few wild animals, wild dingo howls, distant sound of train
roar of faraway pounding sea, strange sounds of the night
most beautifull sunrises, animals of the night take flight

Along the coastline the early morning sun illuminates sea mist
thrown up by waves of pounding sea,upon these majestic cliffs
some rock falls, more poised to fall, a scar striped cliff face
labyrinth of underground caves, surface cracks, dangerous place

Inland, ruins of homesteads, graves of those trying to tame this land
nature, in it's wisdom, slowly covering them with shifting sand
those of us having been there, want to return, again and again
to experience it all again, the grandeur of the Nullarbor Plain

2008-02-04T19:25:00.000-08:00

Passage of time celebrated . . . .

In the pastel light, after a hot day, in setting sun
upon the escarpment, in fissure, solitairy Ghost Gum
absorbing, on its twisted white limbs, dying sun's rays
higher up, among the rocks, surefooted wallabies play

In the sudden descending blackness of the tropical night
the quietness, the landscape becomes a different sight
there are no stark, brilliant colours by light of full moon
eerie shapes abound, shadows, night flowers bloom

Crocodiles in water courses, patiently waiting for prey
water buffalo, wild horses, thirsty, on edge, slowly try
on ground and overhead flocks of migratory birds
cacophony of sound, deafening, nothing else heard

Change of seasons from dry to wet, tattoo of rain
transforming parched landscape to endless green plain
the walls of sandstone gorges take on a whole new sheen
on some, simple Aboriginal paintings, a sight to be seen

The wet season has started, revitalising again this land
torrents of water, in, what was yesterday, a river of sand
sometimes the seasons change early, sometimes very late
an annual ritual, the passage of time it helps to celebrate

2008-02-04T16:36:00.000-08:00

EXPLORING OUR MAGNIFICIENT COASTLINE . . . .

Traveling Australia, no one forgets spectacular South Coast
of rock formations, all shapes, colours, sizes, does it boast
by huge waves, winds, without abating, it's constantly lashed
many a sailing ship, in early days, against these rocks was dashed
no rocks can withstand this relentless pounding of these waves
over thousands, millions of years, creating shapes and caves

The energy expended, traveling endless kilometres of open sea
blowholes, far inland, foam, spray above cliff tops, lone tree
there are reverberating thumps, booms, like thunder, at distance
in rough weather, don't venture near edge, you're taking a big chance
residual towers of harder rock, spectacularly rise from rough sea
near Port Campbell, in fine weather, "Twelve Apostles" you'll see

Inland are large areas that are forested by twisted Mallee Tree
big knobby underground roots, wildflowers profusely bloom in spring
Papery Sunray, Poached Egg Daisies, many more, large, some small if you listen, stand still, you may see Mallee Fowls, hear their call
most lakes connect to Murray River, do overflow after heavy rain
then, for many wetland birds, this becomes their breeding domain

White-bellied Sea Eagle, Pelican, Black Swan, variety of ducks too
Mulga Parrot, Egret, Euro, Western, Eastern and Grey kangaroo
traveling along The Great Ocean Road, many an unfamiliar sound
different horizons, changing coastline, scenery will astound
there are spectacular vistas on cloudy days with varied light
elements of nature relentlessly eroding The Great Australian Bight

2008-02-04T15:32:00.000-08:00

GHOST TOWN . . .

There was an eerie silence in this place
of it's former inhabitants scarsely a trace
buildings, half fallen down,were built with dexterity
indicative of a very hard working people, prosperity

There a stone church, covered in vines, way up the hill
it's bell, in solid hand hewn timber tower, ever so still
it's metal parts rusted, immovable, devoid of any motion
no more like it used to be, alerting people to danger, devotion

The interior a richness of very fine craftsmanship proclaim
no more, since long ago, the sounds of joyuos Hymn's refrain
a place to worship, no distinction between the rich and humble
doors, if any, hanging askew, rotting floors, walls slowly crumble

No more Baptisms, Weddings, services for the dead
in memory of . . . . . faintly on windows of glass in lead
untended grave stones, tilted at crazy angles, in church yard
silent testimony to those who long ago, this life did depart

In wide, long main street, ruins of shops, large and small stores
maybe this or that one was the last one to close forever it's doors
those other buildings, they could have been some pubs
ornate wooden bars, dirt floors, here and there smoker's stubbs

This building here was the local school, over there the bank
you can also see, on stand, remains of town's rusted water tank
shire offices and hall, hospital, post office, police station
used for administering to the former large population

In village square there still stands an Obelisk, impressive, tall
insribed with names of those, in world conflicts, answered call
railway station, delapidated alongside overgrown track
rusted, unused by trains long departed, never to come back

A glimpse of a village or a town, in not too distant past
perhaps a very prosperous people, yet somehow didn't last
there is still plenty more to see and making you wonder
reasons how, why, it became a ghost town, it makes you ponder

2007-12-31T17:26:00.000-08:00

LIFE GOES BY AS IN SONG . . .

Do you ever think about the people you meet
wondering what in their life has come their way
their life, like yours, rolls by, perhaps not as sweet
is sorrow or happiness their company every day?

Cheer up those in sorrow, help in grief or pain
be a ray of sunshine, hope for those with fears
comfort them with your strenght to start, again
brighten up their sadness, leave smiles, not tears

Think happiness, try some laughter, wherever you go
fed up with life, downhearted, troubles never end
add up all that is happiness, not sorrows, see it grow
life's road is sure to turn, maybe better around bend

Come to thinking, it always is much, much harder to be a kindly, caring, cheerful soul, than deal in misery
money, you may not have much, treasures may be few
to make life a little easier, always take the happy view

Life goes by, as in a song, listen carefully to its tune
to make the world a better place, know what to do
close ears to hurtful words, to happiness be not immune
try and do to others, as you would like they do to you

2007-12-31T16:49:00.000-08:00

COUNT YOUR SUNNY HOURS . . .

Do you think your life is dull, wonder what to do
somehow a ray of inspiration seems to come through
ever counted the moments of gladness as life goes by
you'll find that dull moments disappear from your sky

Think of a rainbow, when times are dull, in pouring rain
soon all its joys, like those colours, will return again
you'll once again be happy, sadnesses will roll you by
before you're aware, again there is plenty of blue sky

Maybe you've had a very happy day, hope it is true
did you share with others, or kept it for just selfish you
life is not always leading along a sunlit path all the while
try and do share it with others, it will make them smile

Life is not a game of chance, nor being ruled by being smart
success, happiness, require that we work at it very hard
drifting on life's ocean, without a hand upon the helm
you and only you are to blame when troubles do overwhelm

Many things make people happy in this world of ours
life's not all that bad, when counting your sunny hours
sometimes it is not easy to face each day with a smile
cheerful words, gesture, may, maybe not, help in a while

2007-12-31T15:58:00.000-08:00

LIFE's ROLLERCOASTER . . .

Traveling through life with it troubles and care
of life's travail we will never ever be fully aware
creating moments of sadness, happiness, despair
keep looking on the bright side for all that is fair

Try spreading sunshine, laughter, sing a song
your moments of unhappiness won't last long
seek out those that are far worse off then you
let them share your happiness, excitements too

A happy smile, kind word, at the right time and place
when was it last that you saw their happy face?
it is not always what we want in life we do find
on life's rollercoaster, to your fellow humans, be kind

Only once will we pass through our mortal life span
life is only too short, do the best for your fellow man
not spreading sadness, happiness, that's what counts
happy moments, not sad ones, will always rebound

Petty, stupid things, are those that really irritate
resolve starting each and every day with clean slate
for when you keep up that moaning and groaning
surely you always will reap what you have been sowing

2007-12-03T21:02:00.000-08:00

THE REAL MEANING OF THE SEASON . . .

Now is the time of year of family and friends we do think
of resolutions we made last year, it went in an eye blink
acknowledging it as a time of remembering our joys, grief
setting aside all hurtfull things, maybe revive religious belief

The real meaning of the season, the fellowship we've had
family get-togethers, bringing joy to those who are sad
no better occasion, opportunity to care for one another
making efforts to re-unite family, some will say why bother

From experience all the unhappiness many of us know
loneliness, anguish, festering hatreds, don't let it grow
many reasons we must now try, from our lives to erase
evaluating in Spirit of Season, make it a better place

Maybe adopt an orphan, visit stranger, offer some hope
visit a hospital, goal, help a charity, plenty of scope
think about those at sea, loved ones in lands war torn
turning our lives around, stop those treating us with scorn

For all the world's woes, we'll never find a sure-fire cure
the less there is in our lives, more pleasant it is to endure
we are given another chance...... don't let it just slip by
if a year from now we are no better off, at least we did try

2007-12-03T20:06:00.000-08:00

The TANAMI DESERT and FOSSILLISED RIVERS

The Tanami Desert, an ancient landscape, spinifex, termites abound
it is hot, dusty, it appears that not a drop of water could be found
surface indications are also very misleading at first observation
there is plenty of water in fossilised rivers in underground locations

In the days of Gondwana land, not so long ago, it was a muddy swamp
dripping rainforests, flowing rivers, places dinosuars used to tramp
over millions of years, swamp dried up, river sediment became sand
climatic elements also also shaped vegetation, wild life on this land

Termite mounds provide strong clue to existing water underground
in places very small, where water levels are high, the bigger mound
another clue are juicier than normal desert plants of The Tanami
profuse low shrub, tall spinifex, thick, lance-like leaves trust to sky

Vast reservoirs of salt water, underground, from explorations, is known saltier than the sea, needs expensive treatment, to get plants growing
along river valleys, groundwater closer to surface then anywhere else
finding fossillised rocks, Aboriginal paintings, variety of animals tells

Less than half of species survive, due to changing climatic shock
extinctions dramatic, cruel, after white men introduced his stock
disappeared: little-, hare-, nail-tailed wallabie, bandicoot, kangaroo rat
never to come back, after man, in 150 years, has destroyed habitat

2007-12-03T17:23:00.000-08:00

Mountain Scenery Unsurpassed . . .

From many parts of Eastern coast, Glasshouse Mountains are intriguing sight
vulcanic narrow spires, others massive rounded bluffs, mysterious in any light
the history of them as diverse, colourful as the beautiful natural scenery
that's what, in 1770, Capt. Cook, when sailing past in HMS Endeavour, did see

Formed from lava plugs of old vulcanic cones, over time eroded away
along line of an old rock fault which did erupt in Australia's very early day
local Aboriginal legend of Dreamtime has it about Beerwah, the mother
her son Coonowrin, Glasshouse peaks, used to throw fire sticks at each other

First white inhabitants who shared their life with Aboriginals were castaways
not knowing that not far away there was a penal colony at Moreton Bay
looking for a better life it became the home of numerous convict runaways
those that could'nt take the "living hell", that had to be endured, every day

Timber getters arrived, using rivers, lakes, floating out huge logs of Cedar
followed soon by those looking for rumoured gold, travelling from afar
with the coming of the railways, towns founded as ports, now bypassed
some of them became ghost towns, now river trade had gone, didn't last

Others grew slowly into resilient, sleepy holiday places over the years
with plenty of innovative opportunity for the future, vibrant, no fears
the hinterland, rich, varied, producing many tropical fruits, sugar cane
scenic attractions, climate superb, a place well worth visiting again

2007-11-09T03:14:00.000-08:00

BREAKING OF ANOTHER DAY . . .

Dawn chorus of birds, the sweetest melody

their songs echoing over valley and dale

daylight is breaking, shadows of the night flee

rays of the rising sun, ever so pale

Sun slowly rising, intensifying in its heat

morning mists in valley, slowly fading away

animals of the night beating a hasty retreat

emerging plants welcoming lifegiving sun's rays

There's a beauty in each dewdrop in its fall

its like a diamond, tumbling round and round

from Eucalypts and Wattles, Paperbarks so tall

sparkling on their journey towards the ground

Shafts of sunlight, dense canopy penetrating

eagles and hawks far above, soaring in the sky

myriad small insects in early light gyrating

whilst whispy white clouds, lazely drift by

Scent of varied bush flowers, ever so sweet

a vital role they play, in bush's regeneration

secreting table of smorgasbord, for animals to eat

in doing so, helping the process of pollination

Gently from chimneys of houses, in valley

place of peacefulness, picturesque, tranquility

smoke rising, undisturbed, spreading over plateau

now, this is a place to be, not a polluted city

2007-11-08T20:33:00.000-08:00

OLD, BUT STILL LIVING . . .

The deserts of Australia are a facsinating place
nights very cold, days hot, shimmering in a heat haze
little rainfall, sparse vegetation, few animals survive
in harsh environment, early explorers lost their live

Some birds have adopted special skills, numbers are few
surviving on little water, sucking plants of their morning dew
some fish and frogs hibernate in tunnels underground
eagerly awaiting next season's rainfall, if ever it comes at all

In the distance, a few camels, brumbies, lazely roam this land
nibbling at sparse vegetation, dry, half buried by hot sand
a lonely dingo prowls, of human beings it surely is not shy
solitairy falcon surveys his terrritory, desperately seeking prey

Hostile environment, no landmarks, very, very intimidating
and yet, full of life, hasn't changed for eons, deeply facsinating
many a season has passed, some notably with no rain at all
many seeds laying dormant, waiting for that rain to fall

The Simpson Desert, ancient sea, dry since Gondwanaland
as far as the eye can see, unrelenting expanse of hot sand
age-old inhabitants, interacting elements, cruel, unforgiving
mimicking, mocking ancient sea shore, old but yet still living

2007-11-08T19:58:00.000-08:00

NATURE'S WONDERLAND . . .

Smokey blue hills on horizon far away
wonderland of nature, grandiose in its display
from dry inland to where rainforests meet the sea
sun, rain, wind, each an entity, living in harmony

Cedars, eaucalypts, cut down long ago, large stumps
used in ships, houses, coal mines, new leaves in clumps
ribbon of silver, murmuring creek in steep valley below
gurgling over moss covered pebbles, not interupting flow

On steep mountainsides, all covered in coloured scree
supporting in small crevices, occasional stunted tree
against all the odds, it somehow manages to survive
a web of intermingled spidery roots giving it precious life

Myriad small insects dancing, age-old rituals, in subdued light
wild flowers, vibrant colours, eucalypts of great height
spiders, beetles, fungi, nests of birds, bush honey bees
brumbies, wild pigs, foxes, dingoes, kangaroo roaming free

Nature's way, micro-organisms at work, well below ground
making sure the bush's lifecycle keeps going round and round
each creature in it's own way contributing, not stopping toil
breaking down twigs, leaves, old logs, to enhance the soil

Waterfalls, ever changing sight, waterbirds and frogs,
wombats, lizards, snakes, sleeping in hollows, burnt out logs
to experience nature's wonders close at hand, time well spend
you'll really have to go there, a couple of days, pitch your tent

2007-10-05T21:19:00.000-07:00

RESEARCH IN THE 'LONG PADDOCK'

In early days in times of drought, no feed for stock
system of tracks evolved called the 'Long Paddock
stretches from Far -North Queensland to Victoria, south
feeding many a farmer's stock their hungry mouth

The use of the Long Paddock is rapidly declining
our native animals' sun has once again began shining
researcher put "harps" along these grazing tracks
wanting to know what, where, how wildlife is coming back

No more hiding from those bleating, dumb woolly choppers
Many a bird said to caught insects and grasshoppers
those beasts with horns no more use this patch
more for us now, said the kangaroos to the wombats

Small birds, bats, about those "harps" they don't sing
we fly into them, hard to see, damaging our wing
we do try to fly either higher or really very low
otherwise for us, these "Long Paddocks" are a no-no

The main reason for the "Long Paddock" decimation
road trains, quicker, faster transport to new vegetation
in times of devastating floods, fires, long- term drought
not many farmers with cattle and sheep, are getting caught

Road-trains along higways, byways, day and night
putting legends of drovers and swagman to flight
no more boiling of billy, damper, stew, blazing campfire
forcing many of these colourful characters to retire

Yet another chapter in Aussie Folklore, heritage is lost
in age of computers, mighty dollar, the high cost
it sad, incomprehensible, perhaps a twist of fate
Pitt Street farmers say: " Prosper or perish mate"

2007-10-05T20:32:00.000-07:00

SPURRING US ON TO GREATER THINGS . . .

Australia, sundrenched, parched, diversity and colour
even before discovery by the men of the Endeavour
since beginning of time, plagued by floods and fires
came the convicts, landed gentry, some real triers

Coming to better themselves in this great unknown land
some buildings, silent testimony to them, still stand
great hopes were raised, many dreams of riches shattered
tried to make the most of things to them that mattered

Some found gold, others from poor soil a hard living wrested
dreams and lives in easy street, hope, sorely tested
convicts, murderers, pious men, many different races
gamblers, drunkards, a sense of deja-vu on their faces

Answereing the call to arms, the adventurous, the brave
some returned as ANZACS, some buried in faraway grave
they made history, they never flinched, knew no fear
they stood up to be counted, for what they held dear

As we are here today, surely we have to stop and ponder
what's in store for the next generation, makes one wonder
let us be proud of our heritage, our land, our Aussie folklore
spurring us on to even greater things since the Endeavour

2007-09-09T18:16:00.000-07:00

EXPLORING OUR MAGNIFICIENT COASTLINE

Travelling Australia, no one forgets spectacular South Coast

of rock formations, all shapes, colours, sizes does it boast

by huge waves, winds, without abating, it's constantly lashed

many a sailing ship, in early days, against rocks it was dashed

no rocks can withstand this relentless pounding of these waves

over thousands, millions of years, creating shapes and caves

the energy expended, travelling endless kilometres of open sea

blowholes, far inland, foam spray above cliff tops, lone treee

there are reverberating thumps, boom like thunder, at distance

in rough weather, don't go near edge, you're taking a big chance

residual towers of harder rock, spectacularly rise from rough sea

near Port Campbell, in fine weather, "Twelve Apostles" you'll see

inland are large areas that are forested by twisted Mallee tree

big knobbly underground roots, wildflowers blooming in spring

Papery Sunray, Poached Egg Daisies, some large, some small

if you listen, stand still, you'll see Mallee Fowl, hear their call

most lakes connected to Murray River, overflow after heavy rain

then, for many wetland birds, this becomes their breeding domain

White-bellied Sea-Eagle, Pelican, BlackSwan, variety of ducks too

Mulga Parrot, Egret, Euro, Western, Eastern Grey, Red Kangaroo

travelling along The Great Ocean Road, many an unfamiliar sound

different horizons, changing coastline, the scenery truly astound

there are many spectacular vistas on cloudy days with varied light

elements of nature relentlessly asssaulting The Great Australian Bight

2007-09-09T17:29:00.000-07:00

THIS

HAUNTING

LAND . . .

nowhere, but in our Australia, is there an inland sea

with waterbirds foraging on foreshore, some migratory

pelicans, white ibis, ducks overhead in flying formation

the moon, a day past full, soon will be the only illumination

shadows lengthening, sky changing by the setting sun

twilight doesn't linger, air is still, magic has just begun

soon light of new day, sun blazing orb in cloudless sky

there'll be no rain today, for a landscape parched and dry

stunted desert trees, red dust, hot, utter desolation

no place to linger long, but if you must, heed your preparation

simmering heat, mirages, tantalising oasis, cool waterfall

bleached bones of animals, grotesque in life's final call

yet in all its harshness, mystique, even in the distant past

never been any different, beautiful, haunting, unsurpassed

the decades rolled by, on and on, so did seasons in turn

even some of our early explorers, this a place they did spurn

isolated, relentless summer heat, wet season, different story

desert comes alive, riot of flowers, new life, what glory

if you travel this far, off the beaten track, in this country

it's there to see, experience it, on Birdsville Track, near Marree

2007-09-09T16:43:00.000-07:00

A PLACE CALLED KAKADU . . .

A mixed feeling of expectations one could feel is in the air

after arduous journey along dusty, potholed road, nearly there

the end result of meticulous planning over a year or two

feeling magical Spirit, forged by history,of a place called Kakdu

Lowlands so ancient, witness to life forming, maybe here it began

the appearance of humans, in large numbers, Aboriginal Man

tiny rivulets cascading of escarpment, forming wetlands and more

weaving thru Eucalypt forests, creeks, mangroves, to sandy seashore

Kakadu's history recorded in yellow, red ochre, ingrained on rock

white man, of it's significance only now, too late, taking stock

wetlands, haven for birds, Jabiru, Brolga, File snake, Magpie Geese

domestic pigs, water buffalo, cane toad, camel, feral all of these

Camping near beautiful creek, waterhole for swimming, very clear

rugged cliffs, colourful slabs of rocks in water, magic to be here

feeding grounds of many conspicuously beautiful water birds

their morning chorus, like nothing else you've anywhere heard

Plenty of Wallabies, dwarf-like possums, black furred Kangaroo

grasshoppers, termites, scrub-fowl, nests they built, amazing too

on far horizon, small black thundery clouds starting to appear

getting more intense, indications of the Wet Season nearly being here

Violent squalls sweeping through trees, followed by torrential rain

the Wet Season, in no uncertain manner, has arrived once again

flooding drought stricken landscape, great miracles being wrought

lifecycles, dormant, resuming again, no one would have ever thought

A VANISHING TRADE

2007-08-04T19:13:00.000-07:00

There is an old smithy in our little village still
watching him work, with steel, fire, a boyhood thrill
in corner, from through of water, steam rising, iron cools
the walls, displaying , in some sort of order, various tools

Pieces of iron glowing, almost white hot, in forge fire
a young lad, pumping a set of bellows, never seems to tire
upon anvil, smithy places white hot iron, sounds of striking hammer
this is a job for muscled man, with plenty of sweat, very little glamour

A horse stands near door patiently, in some sort of shade
the smithy busily shaping it's iron shoes, custom made
in leather apron, cap upon his head, a big knife, rasp
shaping horse's hoof, a bit here, a bit there, absorbed in task.

Clouds of acrid smoke when fitting hot shoe on hoof
horse somewhat looks bemused, what's it thinking, aloof
the work is slow, can't be hurried, it's only just begun
there is not one horse, but three more, finally one done.

The last nail is hammered into hoof, released, next in its place
if horses could talk, walking away with a big smile on its face?
the smithy rummaging in fire, next one on anvil, heating forge
hammering and shaping shoes for yet another horse

majority of horse shoes now, unfortunately, mass produced overseas
wiping out that most noble and ancient craft of smithies
it is a sad fact that to see a smithy in this modern day and age
you'll only see them now in an environmental tourist village.

THIS IS AUSTRALIA, OUR MAGIC LAND . . .

2007-08-04T18:48:00.000-07:00

Wind in the trees, a gentle breeze, birds that sing
animals of bush, slaking thirst at whispering stream
kookaburras laughing, butterflies, wild flowers at all
honey eaters, lorrikeets, whipbirds, waratahs so tall.

Eagles, kites, hawks on air currents far above ground
lyrebirds, bush turkeys, bowerbirds, scratching around
lizards, frogs, shinglebacks, snakes, occasional tree owl
in silence of the night you can hear dingos howl.

When night descends slowly, creating a whole new sensation
the bush seems to give birth to a whole new population
sugar gliders, wombats, possums, koalas feeding in gum trees
the daylight animals and predators no more, seeming to flee.

Up in the star studded sky, Southern Cross way up yonder
moon reflecting in billabong, night time full of wonder
tranquility all around, sounds of the bush close at hand
where else would you want to be but in Australia, magical land.