The gray butcherbird sings at the dawn of the day

And the hissing like calls of the brush tail possum as he proclaims his territoryBy day his kind they are not seen out they rest in a hole in a tree.The soughing of the wind in the tall gums that look ghostly in the moonlight‘Tis like walking in another World to walk in Olinda at…

The sea birds are circling the sunlit wooded hillAnd the ocean looks calm and the waves all but still.‘Tis nice to be out in the fresh coastal airA temporary relief from the stress of life’s careThough the voices of the stall holders and the music of the Carnival I hearOn the wooded hillside it is…

In the gardens and the nature strips is rustling in the treesAnd around the flowers and blossoms the buzz of flies and bees.But Jeffter from the Solomons those Islands far awayThinks it is a bit chilly far from a perfect dayOne from a warmer climate where it is warm all yearThe Islands they call paradise…

Yet in his songs to Nature I can feel the freshening breezeAnd hear the songbirds singing on leafy sunlit trees.The one who wrote these verses not seen as one of noteAnd the literary critics dismiss him as a very minor poetAnd though he never will be seen as one of the poetic greatsHis work to…

It is true we only can live in the momentI’m quoting here what wiser counsel say.For millions of people living is such a battleThrough life they struggle on from day to dayThey seem to age quite quickly in their twentiesAnd before their time they do look old and gray.The gap between the haves and have…

And he drove his lorry through the long tiring dayFor an owner driver there’s no easy pay.A load of cattle to the fair in KanturkMight well be the start for him of a hard day’s workAnd a few loads of gravel and a load of sand or twoTo be delivered to customers before his day…