That Nature Is A Great Teacher

That Nature is a great teacher only true to say

Of her we does learn something new every day

Her wonders are many and her secrets not few

And every day of her we does learn something new

The more we learn of Nature the more we come to realize

That of her we know little this is not a surprise

In her flora and fauna great beauty to see

To view to the viewers that is financially free

The students and fans of Nature her praises does sing

Such joy to so many she always does bring

Yet of many more human friends she is in need

The one who helps Mother Earth to grow a beautiful flower from a tiny seed

That Nature is a great teacher as a truism remain

The meaning in this it's own self does explain.

Too Much Praise

For their physical beauty people are greatly valued but having said this so are prize winning sheep

There is a truism about physical beauty that it is something that is only skin deep

Most people wealthy and famous for their physical beauty in many ways are not nice people at all

Lacking in kindness, compassion and selflessness one may say of them on their ways quite small

Hard to blame them if they are egotistical since so many people their praises do sing

Too much praise does not give rise to humility as it can be quite an ego inflating thing

In the wealthy suburbs of any town or city selfless sort of people are quite hard to find

Among the wealthy, celebrated and famous not many of the caring and compassionate kind

In a Human World where for one to be a big winner many sad to say are destined to lose

One truism that remains about losing is it is something anyone does not choose

You will not hear of many wealthy celebrities volunteering their money and time where poor people dwell

Only the very best of good and caring people devote their time to those in Earthly Hell

Too much praise it is not good for the ego admiration can go to the admired one's head

In the minds of the egotistical the self only matter and humility sad to say is truly dead.

Carry On Living

Carry on living you will be long enough dead 

Though you have seen many Seasons there may be many more of you ahead

Quite a wealthy person you have known of financial success

But your life is the greatest gift that you possess

In the depths of winter not far from the Spring

Despite the cold weather life's a wonderful thing

In your heated room good weather for watching your favourite program on t v

You do not know it tough how good life can be

You have seen many Winters though the weather is cold

But carry on living though you are growing old

The weather as it is will not have a long stay

And Spring is drawing nearer with each passing day

Carry on living as the wise one does say

Life is a great gift well worthy of a hooray.

Why Waste Your Prayers

If you believe in an afterlife of heaven and hell

Why waste your prayers on the soul who did not live honourable and well

In an afterlife heaven their sort don't belong

The people who in their lifetime did to others wrong

Why waste your prayers on those who profit from crime

Since this in truth would be a complete waste of time

Leave them with satan for their sins to pay

They deserve to be in hell for their evermore stay

Why waste your prayers on one who bashed his partner or wife

And gave to his children a terrible life

Nothing about their sort that is honourable and brave

From satan's horror chamber prayers them will not save

Why waste your prayers on those who have lived by crime

This would seem only a great waste of time.

June In The Moyne Shire

On a weather temperature high for the day of seven degrees

The chill of Winter and June is in the evening breeze

The sun behind gray clouds is hidden away

It has only been seen for a brief while today

June in the Moyne Shire is a cool and wet time of year

Though each passing day brings the first of Spring near

To the coastal country of the Peek Wurrong

Post solstice the days in time grow slightly long

But the warbling of the birds who sing all through the year

The black and white magpies always a joy for to hear

Once seen and once heard one never again get them wrong

To the piping shrike family they does belong

In the gray of the evening in the sunless sky

The starlings in large flocks towards their roosting trees fly.

Generalization

That most men abuse their partners, wives and children is just not true

This is taking from good living men what is their due

On matters like this some people tend to generalize

People who believe all they read and hear are gullible and not wise

It is true that some men abuse their children and partners and wives

And give to those who should be near and dear to them miserable lives

But these sort of males are of the few

And this is not saying anything that is new

It is true not all women are good and not all men are bad

But that good men are the victims of generalizations is to say the least sad

For the sins of the few the many have to pay

In a fair Human World it would not be this way

In the Human World for generalization there should not be a place

But you will find it in nationality, religion, culture, gender and race.

It Is Something I Love Doing

Without hope of literary fame or money for pay

I am one of those people who write rhymes every day

But if i did not enjoy doing it in truth i can say

Years ago i would have given rhyming away

I have never referred to myself as a poet

Nor do i feel worthy of any literary note

Though i held some literary ambitions going back in time

When i was much younger in my physical prime

Every day more rhymes i happen to write

And email them on to a literary site

Going back in time to half of a century

I have penned thousands of rhymes since nineteen seventy three

It is something i love doing in truth i can say

For if i did not enjoy doing it i would have given it away.