Obviously Clear

We all eventually have to die this is obviously clear
But it is only the fear of death that we do fear
The fact of the matter and fact never lie
Is the longer you live the sooner you will die

Our journey in life eventually does end
And Life's Reaper does not treat anyone as a friend
Your lifetime achievements to the one who claims all lives to nothing does amount
How wealthy and famous you are not taken into account

Is there a life for the soul after bodily death
Or does the soul die with us when we draw our last living breath
For an answer to this ask one more enlightened than me
Even the most respected theologians on this disagree

For all of us there is a last night and day
From the reaper of lives no place to hide away
And is there a life for the soul when the body does die
Or is heaven and hell just based on a lie?

An August Day In Warrnambool

The day it is drizzly and windy and cool
And the low clouds are grey over old Warrnambool
The chill of late Winter in the freshening coastal breeze
On a weather temperature high for the day of fourteen degrees
Late August quite close to the calendar Spring
How pleasant for to hear a male blackbird sing
When his kind sing in Winter you know Spring is near
Their song it is always so pleasant to hear
Carrying in the breeze the salty taste of sea spray
Blowing up the street from nearby Sting Ray Bay
In Warrnambool with it's many sights of coastal beauty to behold
Even in the depths of Winter the weather seldom ever gets cold
The sky overcast and grey the day drizzly, windy and cool
Typical weather for the time of year in windy Warrnambool.

There Are Some Good Traits

There are some good traits in many people considered to be bad
An excuse for their behaviour due to some of the bad life's experiences they have had
They are not beyond redemption despite what many may think or say
Not everyone is all bad though some in life lose their way
Most people go wrong in life mostly due to circumstance
And the most with court convictions are worthy of a second chance
That the best of people are not perfect seems only true to say
For unlawful behaviour there is always some price to pay
As long as your crimes are not too serious never too late for you to make amends
Even some very bad people they are not without friends
By most students of human behaviour it is understood
That not all lawbreakers are bad people and not all law abiding  people are good
There are some good traits in many who in life have lost their way
And that there is room for self improvement in most people seems only true to say.

Only One Can Be

Only one can be the best in the town
And not everyone born for to know of renown
For one for to win big many have to lose
Though losing is a thing anyone does not choose
There would not be a queen in he hive without the worker bees
And for to make a forest there has to be trees
Sometimes from a humble beginning a great life's journey began
But for to make one a celebrity it takes more than one fan
One who has only one follower will never know of much fame
And in the World become a very great name
And it is only stating a fact that is widely known
That anyone does not become wealthy and famous entirely on their own
And so may must fail when put to the test
For as is often said only one can be best.

Them For Their Individuality

Each to their own as the wise one does say
We all look a life in a different way
The heroines and heroes to many may not be so to me
If we all agreed on all things how boring we would be
I admire the people who do their own thing
Their own praises or the praises of others they never does sing
They are never part of the big football crowd
At the big weekend game cheering and jeering loud
To them and their sort credit it is due
To individuality they remain true
They are not leaders or followers do things in their own way
Yet for them there is never  a loud hooray
To be wealthy and famous they feel no desire
Yet them for their individuality I can only admire.

The Old Fields Of My Past

Though in distance from me they are far away
In my visualizations the old fields of my past I walk on every day
Good old memories live on only true for to say
And in the mind remain young and until death does stay
It followed me south the sound of the rill
Babbling down the high fields it's tongue is never still
On it's journey to the river to the far ocean shore
In the rushy old fields it will flow forever more
When I visualize distance disappear
And the cooing of the wood pigeons in the woods I do hear
And memories of the old hills half cloaked in the grey fogs of rain
For as long as I will live in me will remain
Though physically I may never walk on them again
Fond memories of the old fields today I retain.

Distinctive From Other Birds

I see them often though not every day
The whistling blackbird sized birds of brown and gray
From wooded places never far away
Near where trees and bushes are they like to stay

Their beautiful whistling their claim to Nature's fame
Gray shrike thrushes for them is their familiar name
Once seen and once heard you will know them again
Their distinctive whistling with you does remain

In cup shaped nest of bark and grass on fork of tree or hollow in standing stump the female bird lay
Two to four pale eggs with brown spots through the gray
Of human kind they do not seem to be that shy
They allow you get quite close to them before to the trees they do fly

They are sometimes seen in backyards where there are bushes and trees
And so pleasant their whistling song carrying in the breeze
Small frogs and ground insects they search on ground for to eat
And skinks to them are a tasty treat

Distinctive from other birds with ways of their own
To most rural people gray shrike thrushes are known
Brown and gray and plain looking but with a beautiful whistling song
Once seen and once heard you never again get them wrong

This Need For Recognition

This need for recognition it is in everyone
Just to be commended for a job well done
For to be ignored can be a hurtful thing
As it can live in the mind as a painful mental sting
To be mentally starved of a thing the mind of is in need
For so many people is so sad indeed
It is widespread in people Worldwide in every Land
This need for recognition which should not be hard to understand
Though not everyone can be wealthy and know of widespread fame
Few wish to live and die as an unremembered name
It only does seem a true thing to say
That we all need recognition in some sort of a way
At least with most people this is how it does seem
To be ignored is detrimental to one's self esteem.

As Long As I Can

I just want to live for as long as i possibly can
And for to die without pain as a very old man
In my sleep and in the morning be found stiff and dead
Though hopefully of me many more years of life ahead
Pity all of those who die in the slow painful way
Of a terminal illness on their dying beds they lay
On morphine for to keep the death pains at bay
Those who die very old without pain are very lucky one can say
Good health in itself is a great gift indeed
For a happy long lived life it is something one does need
I am not one of those with an end of life plan
I would just like to live for as long as i can.

Your Cicumstance Of Birth

Words of wisdom that are worthy of recall
A fair go for some is not a fair go for all
A fair go in life many never receive
That everyone are born as equal does seem hard to believe
So many who live on the poor side of the town
Know what it feels like to be financially down
The challenge of survival in life they does face every day
In a fair Human World it would not be this way
Their circumstance of birth many of a fair go deny
In life many struggle to succeed though hard they do try
In the World every day so many people are born to lose
Though losing is a thing that anyone does not choose
Your circumstance of birth in life can deny you of a fair go
And this only happens for to be so.

Amazing Australia

An amazing Country for to drive about
Australia the beautiful Land of the south
It's amazing colours of brown, green and gray
Vary from place to place as you drive on the highway
For it's amazing flora and fauna it is known Worldwide
To many Australians this a source of pride
Home to a very old Indigenous race
To thousands of centuries their history does trace
The inspiration of the writers of song, story and rhyme
Australia a Land that is so old in time
The Land of the rivers that flow muddy brown
On towards the Pacific by many a bush town
Only it's first people some of it's ways do understand
Australia it is such an amazing Land.

It Is Only The Memories

It is only the memories today i retain
Of Clara half cloaked in the gray fogs of rain
And brown leaves of deciduous trees to the grass drifting down
In the green countryside westwards of Millstreet Town

So many beautiful places i have lived in and seen
But thoughts of my first home-place remains in me evergreen
Though from there in distance i live far away
And i have not been physically to there for many a day

In my visualizations i can hear the rill
Babbling to the river down the fields by the hill
When a robin is singing in the twilight gray
In the calm before dark on an evening in May

In a clear pool of Finnow the white river slowly swimming about
Basking in the Summer sunshine the dappled brown trout
A sight of natural beauty for to behold
Visual memories that never does seem to grow old

It is only in memory i visit Millstreet Town
And on familiar old streets do walk up and down
Some of those that i knew there with the deceased lay
And some like me showing the wear of time's decay

The past just a memory of what used to be
And the future to all of us a mystery
And though my thoughts often stray to the long ago
That the now is all that matters happens to be so. 

I Love The Countryside

I love the countryside bordering the rural town
And the warbling of the magpies just after sundown
And the cawings of the dark little ravens on the tall headland trees
Their sharp calling carrying in the freshening breeze
My wonderment of Nature only seems to grow
Though so little of her ways i can claim of to know
Of her we do learn something new every day
In Nature as in life it is always this way
Her secrets are many and her wonders not few
And every day of her we learn something new
The Beauty in Nature to view it is free
One of the few things in life we need not pay for to see
In the twilight the magpies larks are singing their familiar pee wee
Where Earthly Utopia is not far from me.