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Short excerpts from my various collections over time.
Poets' Lament.
Oh! Why. Oh! Why,
Do only those, skilled at writing practised prose
just about on any theme,
receive recognician from Academe ?
Whilst those of us at grass roots level
continually miss while others revel
in praise and prizes constantly.
???
Rime
of the
Ancient Traveller.
I must go out to the bush again,
in this wide and windswept land,
all I need is the will of old
to travel far overland.
Cross those plains and sandy dunes
to where kestrels and eagles soar.
To see cragged cliffs with beetling brows
and hear - - -
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Australian
Bushrangers
of the
1800
Era.
Locals were larrikin legends
with their exploits recounted in verse.
They carried out many rich robberies
but never stole a poor womans' purse.
In the latter part of the century
and Australian born and bred
were those once deemed to be heros,
such as Fred Ward, Ben Hall and - - -
- - - the next hill.
the next hill !! the next hill !!
it's just over there.
what's over it ?? what's over it !!
perhaps it does not compare.
There's no way of knowing until you crest
the next hill the next hill
maybe back here is - - - -
