His left hand severed just below the elbow

In answer to the fox’s wild shrill cryAnd moths and insects around the street lamps fly.In fresh rain pools the shy frogs croak and callThey mate and breed through early Winter from late FallThey seem to like the dim lit world and the peace and quietAnd you always hear them singing in the night.A pleasant…

You hear the dingoes barking out hunting for the nightThey chase the mob of kangaroos for miles in the moonlight.I love the coastal country the paddocks by the seaThe cackling of the wattlebirds on the coastal banksia treeWith the rumbling of the ocean splashing on rocks on the shoreNature’s voice it is immortal it will…

And though I look for decay, decay I can’t seeAnd she still looks quite beautiful to me.She say her husband is uncouth and roughAnd that life with him for her is trying and toughAnd that he hurt her feelings with the things he sayBut what right has he to hurt her anyway? .She say her…

And the past it will always be with us right up till the day that we dieWhen we disown the past it would seem that our own existence we deny.You’ve heard it said that he or she has put their past behind them that is easier said than doneSince the past is part of our…

He scratched his gray head whilst looking towards the hill saying what’s the point in complainingThe clouds o’er Clara looking full again it looks like raining.As Con had predicted we see the Spring and when Winter days were overthe milk cows thin going out on grass gained weight on the lush cloverAnd the cuckoo’s voice…

Some knew him as ‘Neilly the ambulance driver’And others simply called him Neilly Joe.With his wife and family he lived near the hospitalFrom their house a good view of Clara hillHis body may have left that place foreverBut I reckon that his spirit lives there still.He had his faults but none of us are perfectAnd…