The Kangaroo

This poem or ditty I've had in my to do post for probably a few years and forgot to post, finally now.  It's just simple but sweet.

In a land down under where the creatures hop,

A kangaroo penned a verse that made him stop.

He rhymed about the stars, the sun, and the moon,

But his best line was about the afternoon.

"It's too hot to write", he said with a leap,

"So I'll finish this poem after a good, long sleep'.

The Locket.

 I used to write poems several years ago and this one was one of them.  The graphic was made by me, I was always making all kinds of graphics, but don't anymore.

Today would have been my Mother's 99th Birthday.

The Locket

The night was dark, I was drawn to the attic, 

And there I sat on the dusty old box

My mind wandering back in the past,

To the sweet lady that's in my locket.

Complexion of peaches and cream,

Eyes that always smiled,

Colour bluer than the day time sky,

Brighter than a star.

She walked each path of life with pride,

Head held high,

Always smiled,

I thought of the sweet lady that's in my locket

With the young one by her side.

Today I remember her, today is her day,

- I always remember her -

For she is my mother, and I am that child,

In the locket.

JMD.

A poem cleverly written.

Saw this poem the other day it's appropriate for anyone who drives a car with a passenger. I hope you enjoy reading it till the end :)

By Pam Ayres,

I have a little Satnav

It sits there in my car

A Satnav is a driver's friend

It tells you where you are

I have a little Satnav

I've had it all my life

It's better than the normal ones

My Satnav is my wife

It gives me full instructions

Especially how to drive

"It's sixty Ks an hour", it says

"You're doing sixty five"

It tells me when to stop and start

And when to use the brake

And tells me that it's never ever

Safe to overtake

It tells me when a light is red

And when it goes to green

It seems to know instinctively

Just when to intervene

It lists the vehicles just in front

And all those to the rear

And taking this into account

It specifies my gear.

I'm sure no other driver

Has so helpful a device

For when we leave and lock the car

It still gives its advice

It fills me up with counselling

Each journey's pretty fraught

So why don't I exchange it

And get a quieter sort?

Ah well, you see, it cleans the house,

Makes sure I'm properly fed,

It washes all my shirts and things

And keeps me warm in bed!

Despite all these advantages

And my tendency to scoff,

I only wish that now and then

I could turn the f ****er off.

Dorothea MacKellar OAM

Photo via Wikipedia.

Dorothea MacKellar was born in Sydney NSW in 1885 a third generation in her family.
At the age of 22 (some documentations says 19) whilst in England she wrote the poem My Country which she is well known for.  Missing Australia, her beloved country out came the words with many alterations until the final verses were satisfactory.

My Country,

The love of field and coppice,
Of green and shaded lanes,
Of ordered woods and gardens
Is running in your veins,
Strong love of grey-blue distance
Brown streams and soft dim skies
I know but cannot share it,
My love is otherwise.

I love a sunburnt country,
A land of sweeping plains,
Of ragged mountain ranges,
Of droughts and flooding rains,
I love her far horizons,
I love her jewel sea,
Her beauty and her terror
The wide brown land for me!

A stark white ring-barked forest
All tragic to the moon,
The sapphire misted mountains,
The hot gold hush of noon,
Green tangle of the brushes,
Where lithe lianas coil,
And orchids deck the tree-tops
And ferns the warm dark soil.

Core of my heart, my country
Her pitiless blue sky,
When sick at heart, around us,
We see the cattle die,
But then the grey clouds gather,
And we can bless again
The drumming of an army,
The steady, soaking rain.

Core of my heart, my country!
Land of the Rainbow Gold,
For flood and fire and famine,
She pays us back threefold,
Over the thirsty paddocks,
Watch, after many days,
The filmy veil of greenness
That thickens as we gaze.

An opal-hearted country,
A wilful, lavish land -
All you who have not loved her,
You will not understand -
Though earth holds many splendours,
Wherever I may die,
I know to what brown coutnry
My homing thoughts will fly.    Dorothea Mackellar.

Gunnedah is where the Memorial below was unveiled in 1983 of Dorothea. I took the photo when passing through this year.

The Edge of the World

Brian Inder b 1930, a Tasmanian wrote a poem called 'The Edge of the World', the plaque of this poem is located on the North West Coast of Tasmania, Australia not that far from Arthur River which flows into the Great Southern Ocean.
Wonderful place to visit to see the logs which come down the river then into the sea and back up on the small beaches.  The sea roars and is the longest uninterrupted expanse of ocean on the globe. From Argentina the currents sweep unimpeded more than halfway around the planet until they hit this point.

For me to visit the North West Coast of this area, Arthur River it would be about 4 hours away.

Happy Mother's Day

A poem I wrote remembering my mother on Mother's Day.

Happy Mother's Day to all mums where Mother's Day is recognized today. 

The night was dark, I was drawn to the attic, And there I sat on the dusty old box My mind wandering back in the past, To the sweet lady that's in my locket. Complexion of peaches and cream, Eyes that always smiled, Colour bluer than the day time sky, Brighter than a star. She walked each path of life with pride, Head always held high, Always smiled, I thought of the sweet lady that's in my locket With the young one by her side. Today I remember her, today is her day, - I always remember her - For she is my mother, and I am that child, In the locket.  Copyright JMD.