They are in our mouths and nostrils, they are in our eyes and hair

I fancy I hear him on an acacia treeA mile from Wonthaggi and two miles from the sea.With Laz and Heather’s brown kelpie Nugget in happy days gone byA walk down Baxters track a thing to enjoyI wonder does she still think of me todaySo happy and playful in her carefree way.On the lake the…

To write things of beauty for others to readFor their inspiration ’tis she plants the seed,The songs of the birds that carry in the breezeAnd the light of the sun on the leaves of the treesThe daughter of Mother Nature the Goddess of PoetryNo mortal ever born as mysterious as she,The great poets about her…

And not much water in the creek and drainBy the old Town of Castlemaine.In central Victoria a Colonial TownOf ‘The Wild Colonial Boy’ renownOne of a dubious sort of fameA ballad glorifies his name.The chill of Winter in the airAnd in the paddocks brown and bareThe cattle bellowing for hayClose to their feed barrier they…

The poor bloke found dead on the park bench was addicted to alcoholic drinkHis remains discovered by a jogger but they never told us whyHe did not have a home for shelter or a bed on which to lie?No they never told us anything about the poor bloke’s lifeIf he had ever fathered children or…

With the body of an old man his years he cannot hideAnd what he lacks in humility he makes up for in pride.Old Fred the Sugar Daddy is seventy five years oldAnd he thinks his younger woman loves him when in fact she loves his goldShe is only one third of his age a beauty…

And why feel self pity when self pity isn’t good and it doesn’t get us anywhere at allThe rose that in the Summer sunshine bloom will be long gone even before the Fall.As part of life we are part of Mother Earth though we feel that Mother Earth to us belongAnd leave Nature be as…