Posted in Bush poetry, Poetry

Bush Ridin’

Venturing along a dusty bush track,
Wind messing with your hair,
Dust flies where rubber or hoof meet ground,
There’s very few things to this compare.

Be it your choice of ute style, horse, or bike,
The blue grey bush land blurs on by,
As one becomes as one with their chosen ‘beast’,
Beneath an aquamarine shade of sky.

Winding tracks vs long dirt roads,
Dirt mound jumps ‘n’ obstacles to master,
Canine friends running loyally along beside,
May few be the unexpected hole or branch disaster.

For riding through the Aussie bush,
Can bring a clearing of one’s mind,
A freeing feeling that blows away debris,
That can constrict us to a negative energetic bind.

And even if the red dust tracks one rides,
Are ones you’ve ridden many a time before,
Each time is still filled with that same sense of adventure,
Of wonderment of what this time may have in store!
Posted in Bush poetry, Nature, Poetry

Off Upon a Bushwalk!

Boots on ‘n’ out the door,
For ‘tis winter outback once more!
The safest season to head into the Aussie bush,
To go camping, play and explore!

Post planning, supplies packed, checkin’s organised,
Venturing through the bushland can be an adventure to open eyes,
For autumn rains and cooler weather trigger winter’s abundance,
Though sans knowledge or local guidance the bush can be a fool’s demise…

Yet when one’s off upon a bushwalk on a clear, cool afternoon,
One can revel in wonders to be found all around,
From wildlife equally enjoying the crisp winter air,
To the rainbow of parrots, wrens and finches singing sweetly their own sound.

There’s fuzzy rain created moss covering’s beneath many a tree,
Tall seed headed grasses wave upon the gentle breeze,
Many are gum loaded with buds soon to flower,
The energy of the bushland’s generally one to empower;

Then comes the element of discovering that which came before,
With Animal tracks, that long forgotten now overgrown and near ancient trees galore,
Thus exploring in the amazing Australian bushland is far from ever a bore,
For one can never know exactly what each bushwalk has in store!

Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized

Halloween Fun!

Every year on All Hallows' Eve it's said,
People celebrate magic, and the dead,
Carving pumpkins and trick or treating,
Horror stories send imaginations fleeting,
Costumes, parties, prayers for those past,
Whilst pranksters have a horrific blast.

Mischief and magic are all in the air,
Making most stop and surprisedly stare,
There be ghosts, witches, goblins too,
Out to be fun, spooky and scare a few,
Jack'o'lanterns are carved and well lit,
Spooking all till the flames finally quit.

There's children going door to door,
Collecting lots of sweet treats galore,
Some look sweet, others a bit scary,
Just a basic sheet or a werewolf hairy,
All having plenty of Halloween fun,
Till bed time when it's all over, done.

Candles and lanterns are lit to recall,
Loved ones that are passed, of us all,
Some say this is a time they come visit,
Be they a gentle spirit or rather explicit,
It certainly would be one scary night,
For living who experience such a plight.

So whether you go bobbing for an apple,
Or in DIY craft and lanterns you dabble,
Be prepared for someone to at least try,
To make you jump surprised as you go by,
Perhaps it be a movie to give you a fright,
Either way, enjoy yourself this Halloween night!