Poetry Archives

Welcome to our poetry archives! aka; where one can leisurely scroll near endlessly through the poetic creations of our blogs of the past…
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~ 2009 ~

Life

Like a cherry blossom floating in the breeze,

Rainbows over the land with their unique way to please.

A mother with her newborn blossoming like a rose,

Children with ice-cream, Snowflakes on your nose.

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Like a wolf howling on a mountain peak,

Jet black panther smooth and sleek.

Crisp winter winds blowing through the sky,

Whilst majestic eagles soar way up high.

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A soft wind blowing through long hair,

Natures beauty is everywhere.

Like the Brumbies galloping lightning fast,

The world is changing, life may not last.

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Like the young girl so sweet and pure,

One day she’s drunk, the next even bluer.

Like the little child with dreams everlasting,

Mind full of hope with a fairy tale casting.

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Life is just life and at times really hard,

The mind can be dangerous.

Those close can be scarred.

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Water

Majestic waterfall crashing down,

Silent ocean, not a sound,

Rain upon a dusty plain,

Reducing a drought of pain.

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Crystals of ice so cold,

Perfectly beautiful and yet so old,

Water in a mountain stream,

Clouds above begin to dream.

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Rivers running seaward bound,

Nothing but mud to be found,

Water falling from the sky,

Quenching thirst ever so dry.

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Farmers dam of mud and muck,

Distant lake without much luck,

Water coming from the ground,

Whirlpool swirling all around.

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Water covering the earth,

Mountain top to seaside Perth,

Shades of white to darkest blue,

Crystal clear as light shines through.

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Fresh to salt, clear to mud,

Total destruction within a flood,

Essential for all existing life,

Necessity for housebound wife.

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Water completely polluted,

Can only somehow be diluted,

Child so small unknown of better,

Rainforest so much more wetter.

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Deadly frost so light and weak,

Snow cover is such a treat,

Water so scarce, so dry, so pure,

Rain from the sky the only cure.

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~ 2012/13 ~

Gumtree Beauty

Ever Majestic,

Those golden crowns,

Floating on their royal branches,

Long bendy and green brown.

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Baby gum nuts clustered close,

Strong, so hard and round,

Hidden by an army of lush leaves,

Protected way above the ground.

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Red, blue, and spotted too,

Swaying softly in a cool breeze,

Evergreen eucalyptus home,

For koalas, birds, bugs and bees.

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Grounded roots through tall tops,

Standing tall for all to see,

Aussie landmark through and through,

Gumtree beauty for you and me! 

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Sleep

Sleep is a rather funny thing,

Most do it through the night,

Whilst the sun is also ‘sleeping’

And the moon is shining bright.

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Sleep helps our overall health,

It’s a chance to heal and rest,

So we can run, work and play,

At our absolute utmost best!

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Sleeping can sometimes be,

A rather difficult thing to do,

Insomnia tries all night to win,

Sheep are counted, fifty two!

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For a lucky few sleep can be,

Just as natural as breathing,

Refreshing as a rain shower,

Or a small child believing.

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So be you a sleeping beauty,

Or a new parent sleeping light,

Savour whatever sleep you get,

And to one and all – goodnight!

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Aeroplane

Aeroplane up in the air,

As you go by kids stop and stare,

Soaring all that way up high,

In a crystal or cloudy sky.

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Roaring jets to crop-dusters,

Cargo, passengers, cattle musters,

Flying tigers, perhaps a roo,

All that and more is easy for you.

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Soaring high from coast to coast,

If you go down you’ll be toast,

Flying domestic or international,

For this world you’re so substantial.

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Emergencies or fun holidays,

you get us there with less delays,

Red and pink and white and blue,

Here to there you get us through.

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The Roo That Came For Dinner

One warm spring afternoon,

Over the sleepy indoor din,

I heard a ting and turned around,

To find a kangaroo had hopped on in.

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Nothing seemed to bother him,

As he casually munched away,

His mob ’twas on the other side,

For his dinner he decided to stay.

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There he silently was dining,

In the middle of the green grass,

Dogs barking at his presence,

Toddler watching safely till he did pass.

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That cheeky young male kangaroo,

Whom had boldly left behind his mob,

To enjoy the bounty of our green lawn,

Till full, then over the fence again did lob.

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Little Bunny Rabbit

’Twas once a little bunny rabbit,

Whom had himself a little habit,

He would munch on the green grass,

Whilst watching everything else pass.

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Now this little rabbits best guide,

When he finds the need to hide,

Are his big, round, dark eyes,

So His predators he can despise. 

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And His little bunny rabbit ears,

Help him out with what he hears,

For him ’tis so very hard,

To not be on his high alert guard.

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Meaning little bunny rabbit so fluffy,

with his cotton tail perfectly puffy,

Can safely explore with his friends,

Till the sunny summer day finally ends.

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Toddlerhood

Toys of all kinds everywhere,

Grazed knees and wild hair,

High on life and innocently free,

Kisses and cuddles for all maybe.

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Scribbles become works of art,

Exploring all, becoming mighty smart,

Goo’s and Gar’s become How are you?

Learning one, two, three and ABC too.

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Story books and games all aplenty,

Sticky faces when the bowl is empty,

Tantrums mean something’s amiss,

Sleepy silence becomes a parents bliss.  

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Mulga Tree

Along the dusty beaten track,

Blue grey mulga grows in line,

Like a strong and hardy forest,

Out where it’s mostly fine.

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Rough grey bark from root to twig,

Thin leaves of bluish grey,

Soft, fuzzy, yellow flowers,

Resemble bumble bees at play.

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With dark, hard mulga apples,

And a bush tucker treat,

Useful native to all around,

Even good for stock to eat. 
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Mulga trees standing so strong,

Throughout drought and rain,

Perfect outback survivor,

Across the western plain. 

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Mister Bluebird

Pretty little mister Bluebird,

Perched on little a bushy twig,

Singing your chirpy little song,

Your own personal private gig.

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Pretty little mister Bluebird,

Your feathers of bright sky blue,

So easy seen amongst the brush,

Yet so small and delicate are you.

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Pretty little mister Bluebird,

Quickly yet so swiftly you do fly,

Wherever you may happen to be, 

You’re well camouflaged into the sky.

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Pretty little mister Bluebird,

Young children you quickly delight,

Whilst you’re flitting from tree to tree,

All day long in the warm sunlight! 

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Apple

Apple there upon the tree,

High up above the ground,

Red delicious, Granny Smith,

Nothing too sour to be found.

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Sweet, savoury, apple sauce,

Just one ingredient at a time,

Fresh, pies, sparkling cider too,

Not much unlike a tasty mime.

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From gooey, puréed baby food,

To the sweetest, crusty apple pie,

Shiny, juicy, crunchy apples,

Not a piece can be passed by.

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Even those that aren’t the best,

Can be a great nutritious treat,

For animals the likes of pigs,

Believe they’re great to eat! 

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Dog Of A Toddler

As I sit eagerly watching,

My young master through the day,

Loyally beside him when together,

Through sickness, health and play.

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Excitedly I greet him,

Every morning for my pat,

Then out to play the day away,

Perhaps with a ball and bat.

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When he wanders into danger,

I’m right there at his side,

In all of our many adventures,

I’m there to safely be his guide.

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As the day draws to a close,

My young master has a rest,

Dinner served and quickly eaten,

All my life I’ve been so blessed.

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A Love Story 

The moment I first saw you,

My heart took to fluttering,

My head ‘swelled’, body ‘melted’,

My thoughts started scattering.

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Then I got to hold you close,

The world outside just vanished,

All that mattered to me was us,

Whilst problems magically diminished.

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Facing our issues hand in hand,

Doing our utmost best as a team,

Living and growing all together,

Though at times it seems a dream.

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Problems, sickness, financial stress,

Like most we’ve had our share,

Yet we’ve gone on, growing stronger,

Finding our own harmonious flare.

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Your achievements and progression,

Fill me with pride right thru my core,

Of all the people on this planet,

‘Tis you I love and adore. 

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Helpful Clock 

Helpful clock upon the wall,

Showing time for all to see,

Telling the time you’re set to,

No more being late for me.

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Helpful clock upon the wall,

Be you crystal or hard wood,

Wind up or solar powered,

Tell the right time you should.

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Helpful clock upon the wall,

Even when you are broken,

You’re still right twice a day,

Till you’re all fixed up again.

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Helpful clock upon the wall,

You’ve colours and styles for all,

You can brighten up any room,

Be you small or big and tall.

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Time

Time is such a funny thing,

It goes by ever too fast,

One moment you have all day,

And then it’s all gone into the past.

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Time can get you into trouble,

When there is just not enough,

Thus it pays to plan ahead,

So it doesn’t become too tough.

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Time can also seem to stand still,

Taking seemingly so long,

An illusion of a your mind,

Bit like a slow classical song.

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So when for you time is slowly,

Waltzing you through your day,

Think of those for whom it’s flying,

And enjoy your worries away.

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Waiting To Explore 

Once a child running free, 

Through mulga scrub so grey,

Climbing high, exploring all,

Not scared what came their way.

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Now grown with children of their own,

Bush exploring a wish intended,

Perhaps in another year or two,

Such a pastime may be recommended.

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For now dreaming is all that may be,

Though the bush is right outside the door,

Waiting for babies to be old enough,

To go exploring the world once more.

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Running, climbing, camping out,

Learning what the world involves,

All dreams and plans for future days,

As around babies one currently evolves.

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One on the floor, under protective eye,

Another sleeping in a warm lap,

One day to be shown the world around,

And make use of many a map.

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Listening to them learn to talk,

Rather soon their chattering away,

challenging to understand at times,

Even for those around all day.

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 But for now we patiently wait,

Though exploring ’tis a must,

To push too soon could be disaster,

Step by step, time will come fast. 

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Twisted Tree

Twisted tree old as can be, 

Standing tall for all to see,

With leaves growing so free,

Giving lots of shade for me.

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Twisted tree, the utmost best,

Place for native birds to nest,

A twisted trunk unlike the rest,

Being unique may be your quest.

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Twisted tree standing so tall,

Even when a branch may fall,

You can so easily still do it all,

As birds on your branches call.

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Twisted tree with bark so strong,

Naturally unable to do wrong,

Your roots do grow oh so long,

You are right where you belong.

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Little Raindrops

From soft grey clouds above,

Clear little raindrops gently fall,

Landing on whatever’s in their way,

A tin roof, tall tree or soccer ball.

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They can fill up an empty dam,

Add to a sparkling crystal lake,

Help the plants and grasses grow,

Be a cool drink for a thirsty drake.

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Quenching the dusty, grassy plain,

Or filling up a slow, silent stream,

Perhaps possibly break a drought,

Answering a tired farmers dream.

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Just some tiny little raindrops, 

Can make things look like new,

Brighten up a browning countryside,

And making muddy puddles too!

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Dusty Outback

Long, dusty beaten tracks,

Along the mighty Darling river,

Where goannas and snakes,

Run, climb and slither.

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Where kangaroos bounce,

And big brown emus run,

Flocks of cockatoos shriek,

Under a blazing hot sun.

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Hot winds of dirt and grasses,

Small spiralling vortex storms,

Blistering heat all through the day,

After a cool and pleasant morn.

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Communities close as families,

Many a truckie in his mack,

Vast open spaces through to bush,

A different world, the Dusty Outback. 

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Electric Storm 

Dark clouds approaching fast,

Dangerous winds violently gust,

Dust, loose leaves, mud and debris,

Finding secure shelter is a must.

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Lightning strikes in darkened skies,

Rumbling thunder follows, BANG!

Rain streaking to quench the ground,

Icy hail bounces off all, ting tang!

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Rain steadies, thunder ceased,

Flash flooding fast on the rise,

Rivers raging, stock swept away,

Causing destruction where it lies.

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Once all quiet, debris cleaned,

Water covering where it’s been,

Rainbows, green flora, cool air,

The storms results are easily seen.

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~ 2014-2016 ~

Here Come The Trucks

This particular poem originally written and published by me the week of the 4th of April 2014 when a Hay Convoy from Western Australia came to a rather drought stricken Bourke.
 It has since been stolen and put through hell and back but I am putting it here in my archives nonetheless as it was a major point in my poetic journalism era. 
Thus I do hope you enjoy it and the story it conveys from that day:

Here come the trucks,
With fully laden loads of hay,
From our massive countries west,
To assist drought stricken farmers,
Who though struggling to go on,
Are still doing their utmost best.

Driving right across our country,
In one massive long convoy,
They're simply just amazing to see,
All the different truckies, farmers, families,
Coming together to help those in need,
To the best of their ability.

As they near their destination,
Excitement starts filling the air,
Locals are out to help and cheer,
All relieved they've made it here okay,
Hopefully without too many hurdles,
On their lengthy trip right over here.

Next morning everything's a buzz,
With machinery working swift and hard,
Unloading, stacking and reloading hay,
From the convoy onto smaller trucks,
For farmers and graziers so grateful,
To all that have helped send it their way.

Within days the hay's all gone,
To the sheds of those whom received,
Hay from the amazing convoy great,
To which their starving stock they'll feed,
And all those involved should be so proud,
For helping reduce the previous fate.

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A Glimpse of Summer

As the days get longer and warmer,
Once a year from November to March,
People enjoy their summer holidays,
Celebrating and over consuming starch.

As the sun makes it hot, at times extreme,
We seek needed relief in a ice cold drink,
Whilst we head out to the dam, river or beach,
Some even enjoy an icy cool skating rink.

Though summer is pictured as fun in the sun,
Mother Nature has her own exciting ideas,
Destructive Fires, monsoons and cyclones too,
Reducing fine plans of BBQ's and beers.

Working at night to beat scorching heat,
Eager farmers sow their tough summer crops,
Hopping they will prosper against all odds,
Including but not limited to sunburned tops.

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Baby Boy

Big, brown innocent eyes,
Watching my each and every move,
Taking in all of your surroundings,
While you grow into your groove.

Soft, light ash brown wavy hair,
Growing in its own little direction,
Your happy little innocent face,
Completes your natural perfection.

Watching you grow inch by inch,
Each new tiny white pearled tooth,
Sleepless long nights one after one,
Leaves me exhausted and a bit aloof.

Yet every time I look at you, my son,
Snuggled blissfully near my breast,
I can't help beam, smiling in awe,
Knowing I've been greatly blessed.

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Diary of a Road Trip

Car's packed, it's five something AM,
The sun's still yet to rise,
The Children are still asleep in bed,
Put them in the car quick, 'fore they arise.

Fuel, coffee, a pie or two,
From the servo' headin' out o' town,
The goal is to reach our destination,
In one piece, before the sun goes down.

One hundred, two hundred, three hundred K's on,
The hungry baby in the back seat stirs and cries,
Time for a break to stretch and resettle bub,
Till the next town however, endless lullabies.

A driver change then back on the road,
For a few more hundred K's,
Getting closer to our destination,
It's been mere hours, feels like days!

Next stop, the toddler wins,
It's a park with swings and climbing ropes,
A little further down the highway,
'Not long now!' Everyone hopes.

When we finally do arrive,
Still in the light of day,
The kids run a little wild, free of the car,
After driving our minds away.

Overmorrow we'll be off again,
Driving the long way back home,
Restless children in the back seat,
Oh the things we do to roam!

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An Ideal Christmas

Busy little chefs in kitchens,
Helping cook a festive feast,
Squeals of laughter, lots of fun,
Mess not bothering in the least.

Houses lit with lights all aglow,
Children with tinsel to their knees,
Sparkling bauble decorations galore,
Festive wonderland made to please.

Santa's are placed where least expected,
Gift giving bringing great joy,
Giant smiles on loved ones faces,
From special gifts, perhaps a toy.

Carol Melodies sung and played,
Merrily all festive season through,
Red, green, white and gold a plenty,
Merry Christmas from me to you!

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Pattern O’ Love

One moment, one glance,
emotions start to bubble,
One touch, then a chance,
Wild thoughts may lead to trouble,
One kiss, you start to dance,
Like flames amongst the stubble.

Then comes, some romance,
Perhaps a lift over a puddle,
You're in, your own France,
Where Pain's eased by a cuddle,
It's for them, you take your stance,
Though Your mind's now a muddle.

Yet on you seem to prance,
As you balance out your 'jumble',
Keep on going, then perchance,
It will become less o' a tumble,
Your wisdom, shall advance,
As Life continues much more humble.

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Infestation

One by one they march in,
Barely noticeable at first,
Then suddenly there's hundreds!
Guzzling what quenches their thirst.

You try product after product,
Trying to douse their massive rage,
Alas, you fail time and time again,
Soon your surrounded, as if in a cage.

Then a lull occurs just to delight,
You think you have them beat,
Next day they seem to have tripled,
They're everywhere, even your feet!

So you try yet another method,
Hoping it will ease your pain,
Unfortunately it's not to be,
For they have taken off again.

Eventually your patience subsides,
You're pushed to your wits end,
At times even professionals can't win,
Just try once more my friend.

One day you will wake to find,
They're finally clearing out,
You've won! They're eradicated!
Time to celebrate with a shout.

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Keg.

Rolly, Polly, Fluffy puppy,
Bouncing across the cactus fields,
Dragging his new toddler friend behind,
Future loyal fun this pup will greatly yield.

His fluffy coat, white black and tan,
Learning how to ever so very fast,
Growing up amongst the mulga scrub,
Loyal and loving to the very last.

Moving from one house to the next,
No longer out in the dry grey scrub,
Now living in a civilised backyard,
But still knowing how to be a grub.

Dad to a boisterous puppy litter,
One stayed to grow by his side,
Every bit her fathers daughter,
Alas she was first that died.

Over a decade you lived in our lives,
But in our hearts forever,
Gorgeous Border Collie Keg,
Friendly, loyal and clever.