On Richard's Pipits

They live in the paddocks from where i live a short walk away
In Spring and Summer i hear them singing though not every day
Richard pipits mottled gray brown birds on their breasts stripes of brown
Are birds never seen in the park of a town
Once seen and once heard birds you never again can get wrong
They are quite distinctive in their trilling song
In simple nest of grass under tussock the female bird lay
Three to four buff freckled eggs from sight well hidden away
So well hidden that you would not see them though close you walk by
That Nature does have her secrets none ought to deny
From the French naturalist Charles Richard comes their common name
Richard's pipits are birds who seem strangers to fame
But to many country people they are well known
And one can say of them they have ways of their own.

A Fair Go For Some

Some people's idea of a fair go entails only the few
And this is not saying anything that is new
But then such people in their way of thinking in their minds seem small
Their idea of a fair go is not a fairgo forall
People who believe on a fair go for the advantaged only not rare Worldwide
They help for to uphold the social divide
They favour the wealthy whose fair share of taxes never pay
Because of a fair go for some only so many getting poorer in the Human World of today
A fair go for some only to billions of people a verbal offense
The wealthy keep on growing wealthier at poor people's expense
Human equality to dead people only does apply
A mere fact of life that none ought to deny
A fair go for some is only for the few
And this is not saying anything that is new.

The Warrnambool Speedway

So much unnecessary pollution created at the Warrnambool Speedway
Every time they do have a car racing day
The big car parks around the stadium full of cars and thousands of car racing enthusiasts attend
Among them of the natural environment one may not find a friend
Exhaust emissions from the racing cars pumping carbon to the sky
In these times of severe Global Warming that people behave in this way one must wonder why
Supporting so called sports so damaging to the natural environment does not seem like fun to me
Though on this with my way of thinking many would disagree
For to slow Climate Change many an opportunity lost
Every event at the Warrnambool Speedway to the natural environment comes at a huge cost
Too many events at the Warrnambool Milk Stadium far less would do
And far less car racing enthusiasts would be better for the natural environment too
At the Warrnambool car racing stadium track cars pumping carbon to the sky
Why people enjoy polluting the natural environment one must wonder why.

Ted And Ann

He will never be admired as a celebrity or king
And his praises anyone never does sing
He is not a fan of entertainment or football
What most others like does not interest him at all
But he has loved Nature since he was a boy
And his Nature walks every day he enjoy
A carefree young bloke on the right side of time
In his early twenties near his physical prime
But to one young woman Ted is a great man
His twenty one years old lover the beautiful Ann
A deep love of Nature in common they share
One can say of them nowadays their sort are quite rare
They will be man and wife on some future day
Each to their own as the wise one does say.

One Can Only Believe

To live as a good woman or a good man
You can only hope to be the best you can
Be as a person and live and let live
In life they can expect to receive those who willingly give
What goes around comes around as a truism remain
There is always a price to pay for every ill gotten gain
Treat other people as you would like them to treat you
Any wrong you do to another to your own self you only do
If to your higher self you remain ever true
From karma you will receive your worthy due
Kindness to others in the long term does pay
What we sow we do reap life works in this way
Those who willingly give can expect to receive
On the words of the wise one can only believe.

The Moyne River

Through flat coastal paddocks looking dry and brown
It slowly moves onward towards Port Fairy Town
Deep, dark and silent by night and by day
On towards Griffith Island it winds it's way

Long before human beings evolved to what they are today
The River now known as The Moyne towards the sea crawled it's way
Centuries before the first people to this Land now known as Australia came
It flowed to the sea a river without a name

The waterway that has inspired artists and the writers of song, story and rhyme
Was so very old even in the Dreamtime
Centuries ago on Summer evenings by the river in the shade of the trees
The Gundijtmara people had their corroborees

How old in time is the Moyne isthere anyone who would know
At Griffith Island in Port Fairy into the Pacific it does flow
People to life does come and does go
But time never becomes any waterway's foe

In flat and dry coastal paddocks that at most times look brown
It silently crawls on towards Port Fairy Town
On towards the Pacific by night and by day
With hardly a ripple on it's sea going way.

My Love Of Rhyme

I wrote my first rhymes in nineteen seventy three
It was my love of rhyme made a rhymer of me
When i was twenty seven in human years long ago
Before time that rusts iron did become my foe

I used todaydream that i would be a poet
A writer well worthy of literary note
But on saying that rhymers aremany and poets are few
Is stating the obvious and not anything new

Though everyone has their own dream to pursue
Not everyone's dream in life does come true
And though a poetaster as such is the best i can be
My love of writing rhyme suppose will die with me

There are rhymers and poetasters in every town
Who do have their own dreams of literary renown
And though their work from literary history may be quick to fade
Everybody is needed in the wordsmith trade

When i say i love rhyming it is not a lie
And i hope to be doing it until the day i do die
It was my love of rhyme made a rhymer of me
I wrote my first rhymes in nineteen seventy three.

A Love Hate Relationship

Every evening i hear the fellow next door quarreling with his wife
Their angry voices bring no joy to my life
For months on end between them it has been this way
One has to wonder why with each other they do choose to stay
With two primary school going children a girl and a boy
Their parents constantly shouting at each other cannot bring them much joy
Theirs is a dysfunctional relationship in truth one can say
Since their war of words continues from day to day
They are not the type of people i wish to live near
Since their verbal domestics are not pleasant to hear
Yet sometimes i see them in the park walking hand in hand
Human behavior at times seems hard to understand
Most evenings shouting at each other them i do hear
That theirs is a love hate relationship seems obviously clear.