The Cream To The Top

The cream to the top of the milk always rise
And the best in the competition always worthy of the top prize
Though sometimes the competition judges do get it wrong
And only to the winner goes the victory song
There are winners and losers in the World every day
Though the losers outnumber the winners in truth one can say
This is how it was and it is and how it will stay
Since humanity is designed for to work in this way
The winner is the one who becomes the known name
And receives most of the plaudits and most of the fame
If everyone were winners how great this would be
And then the winner would surely be humanity
It is such a competitive Human World to live in
Where so many must lose just for one for to win.

Memories Of What Was

Memories of what was only does live on
The past in reality is in the forever gone
Tomorrow will dawn but not for everyone
Since we are all born to mortality when all is said and done
We can only live in the now and the now is today
And what tomorrow will bring to us who is to say
We should be grateful for life the greatest gift we possess
Though we do know of our times of unhappiness
Forget about death and your end of life plan
Just live for as long as you possibly can
Live for the longest lived human life in real time is brief
And there may not be a hereafter for the soul some do hold this belief
Memories of what was only does live on
The past in reality is in the forever gone.

From This Beautiful Place

In the sunny mostly blue sky just a few clouds of grey
A freshening breeze is blowing up from the bay
Carrying in it the sweet scent of hay
In this coastal southern place such a nice February day
A weather temperature high of twenty degrees
And birds chirping and whistling on the sunlit trees
The cooling in the weather is to Mother's Earth's gain
And the countryside looking healthier after the recent rain
The air full of the buzzing of bush flies and bees
And white butterflies seemingly dancing in the breeze
The weather near perfect not too warm or too cool
In the coastal Moyne Shire close to Warrnambool
From this beautiful place on this beautiful day
Earthy Utopia it cannot be too far away.

Tessie McAuliffe

Like most people Margaret better known as Tessie McAuliffe knew of life's laughter and tears
She had lived in Murphy's Terrace in Millstreet for so many years
As a good mother to her daughters Mary and Ann and to her deceased husband Florrie a good wife
She was one who lived a good and an honourable life
A dark haired and an attractive woman in her physical prime
Though this is going back a few decades in time
The beautiful Tessie her birth family name was Lee
One good thing of death of our worries and cares it does set us free
That we are all born to eventually die why otherwise pretend
In Macroom the life journey for Tessie did come to an end
To an honourable existence she did live true
She was a good person for to give her what is her due
At St Mary's by Cashman's Hill in Millstreet at peace she now lay
For all of us there is this last night and day.

On Onlooking Impressionable Young Minds

People learn from their past mistakes but in the political World it is not this way
More people are dying in wars every day
In bombings and shootings so many needlessly die
That war leads to peace is a political lie
Wars due to xenophobia, patriotism, religion, culture and national borders will never cease
In my lifetime anyway there will never be Worldwide peace
But sadly those who create wars from war stands to gain
And that it is mostly poor people who die in war as a fact does remain
War leaders are the human weeds of the World who stifle every flower
A victory in war adds to their stranglehold on power
Yet these are the people whose names in history will live on
Long after the last breath of life from them has gone
And in every town in every war memorial street parade
On onlooking impressionable young minds future war heroes are made.

Liking Is A Two Way Thing

Liking is a two way thing would you not agree
How can i like one who does not like me
Unlike Jesus who walked on the waves of  Galilee
I am not godlike or never professed  to be
Most of us humans are flawed when all is said and done
And is it not human not to like everyone
Your best former friend can become you worst foe
In human relationships this happens to be so
Some people joy to your day always does bring
And to like some better than others is a human thing
Those who say they like everyone the truth they disguise
Or else they are people who believe their own lies
That liking is a two way thing is not hard to believe
Those who tell you different in their words deceive.

To Their Higher Selves

To their higher selves so few people are true
In a Human World where the needs of the self so many pursue
That there is more to life than living for self only many fail to realize
As up the social standing they try to rise
But having said this what defines success anyway
Though the materially successful are seen as the successful of today
Some people with the thinking of the majority do not agree
Since they view success in ways quite differently
Those true to their higher selves do have love in them with others to share
And of the less  fortunate of the World they genuinely care
There is more to your higher self than living for i, myself and me
At least anyhow this is how it seems to be
If you are kind to others and pay them the respect they are due
Then to your higher self you are one who is true.

Why Do We Admire People

Why do we admire people who are famous singers or entertainers or those who drive fast in a car
Or the billionaire business person or the renowned movie star
Though to us they are strangers them we greatly admire
And of singing their praises we never seem to tire
The elite sports people we talk of every day
Any of our bills for us they never pay
For creating big egos i too accept some blame
By talking of celebrities i too add to their fame
Royals, presidents, prime ministers and celebrities are always in the news
As if the Human World is dependent on them for their opinions and views
We put them on a pedestal they have us to thank for their wealth and renown
There are billions of the admiring masses Worldwide in every city and town
We admire people who are good at sports such as car racing, athletics and different games that involve playing with a ball
Though many of these people not in any way enlightened at all.

Ageing Among Old Friends

In my visualizations from here i am far away
Ageing among old friends in Millstreet today
And whenever i meet them we talk of the past
And our more mobile years in a youth that did not last

In our lives the happiest memories of all
Our social bonding formed in our many games of football
Though many decades past our physical prime
How nice in memory for to go back in time

On Spring evenings near the Town of Millstreet
Walking through the field to where the waterways meet
The past may be in the long gone but the memories remain
In visualizations for to visit again

Though nostalgia for what was in me has long died
I often do think of my first home countryside
And old memories remain as a source of joy
Of where i grew to love Nature when i was a boy

And since in distance they are ageing far north of me 
My friends of the past i may never more see
But i do meet them often when i visualize
And our talks to old memories always give rise.

Good Health

Though financially poor for your good health feel glad
In life one must accept the good and the bad
The town's wealthiest person of cancer dying today
And the Reaper of lives quickly reaping her way
She is one who loves life and she wishes to live
And for good health all of her money she would gladly give
On a hospital bed she laying dying though she is not old
Good health is a thing that cannot be bought or sold
For her it will soon toll the funeral bell
And as for you one poor in money you feel fit and well
And though money in life is imporatnt it is not everything
Good health to a dying body it will not bring
In a few days the gift of life from her will have gone
And you poor and healthy will be living on.

The One With Many Friends

The one with many friends is not without foes
Life works in this way one has to suppose
Most of us our true feelings from others does manage to hide
In the World we would not survive without some guile on our side
They are rather rare those who are free of taint
In my lifetime i may not meet a living saint
What i dislike in others is what i dislike in me
Most of us flawed in some way would you not agree?
The one without ego today is not alive
It is something we all need in the World to survive
But those with big egos not known to be kind
No room for compassion in the ego swollen mind
The near to perfect people in the World are few
And this is not saying anything that is new.

Happiness Can Be

Happiness can be an elusive thing
Something that even money to you cannot bring
Even in the suburb of the billionaire
Happiness is a thing that does seem rare
Old Andy who lives a few doors down from me
Lives on a pension he does seem carefree
Always out of money by pension day
But he does not seem unhappy in any way
Compare Andy to middle aged Dave the multi millionaire
His mind it was full of worry and care
So sad for his two teenage daughters and Genie his wife
With a revolver he took his own life
If money could buy him happiness he would be living today
But the human mind can work in the strangest way.

Fran Lee

It was her grieving husband Kevin who told me
Of the passing  from life of his wife  the lovely Fran Lee
On her life's sixty second year she had not been ill
Sad to think that a heart that beat with kindness is forever still

One has to feel for Kevin and his family
He and Fran were forty five years together how sad life can be
By Life's Reaper her gift of life taken from her suddenly
The two thousand and nineteen Christmas she did not live to see

A beautiful person of her one can say
So sad to realize that she has lived her last night and day
She was one of those people who in her had all good
One who would help you if she possibly could

They were parents before they reached their physical prime
And their love for each other had stood the test of time
Of their happy years together Kevin has many good stories to tell
But perhaps the grief for him and their family would not be as painful had she been for months feeling unwell

Such a kind and compassionate person in her nothing small
Never more to be seen in the flesh at Kirkstall
She did not live to celebrate her birthday sixty three
May she rest in peace now lovely Frances Lee.

In His Own Company

He is one who never does seek a new friend
And he cannot be far from his life's journey's end
In his early eighties he lives on his own
A private sort of a man to many he is not known
And those who know of him of him does say
That he always has lived life in the quiet way
He does not have children though in his twenties for a few years he had a wife
But she was one who had ambitions in life
So she left him and he has lived alone since then
He stays unattached and has aged as one of the town's single men
Quite a harmless old fellow on his own him i always see
He never does fail for to say good day to me
Content in his existence he seems to be
Perhaps he is happy in his own company.

Scott Stephens And Rhyme

Scott Stephens of the A B C says he does not read rhyme
That such a thing to him seems a waste of time
He and Waleed Aly for their opinions from the A B C receive a good pay
And moneywise for themselves in life are doing quite okay

Scott says that each line in rhyming has a predictable end
In rhyme a word like lend seems to rhyme well with friend
And when it comes to opinions Scott is not one to pretend
He means it when he says on reading rhyme any of his time he would not spend

Everyone has an opinion in truth one can say
And we all look at things in our own sort of way
But it is obvious that the opinions of some are more highly valued than some more
And since he is an A B C broadcaster Scott for his opinions receives a high rating score

Rhymers for their hobby his sort of literary purist could never condone
At rhymers and rhyme he casts his verbal stone
Scott Stephens is one with a mind of his own
And for his opinions on radio he has become well known.

Never Too Small

Any act of kindness to anyone is never too small
Wise words of a long deceased sage worthy of recall
If you cannot help someone do not do them wrong
The desire to do good in a good person is strong
The kindest of people are not known far and wide
But they have compassion and empathy on their side
For their future good Karma they plant the good seed
By helping anyone of their help in need
Good people from the misfortune of others never seek to gain
And true to their higher selves always remain
To help those doing it tough they go out of their way
And perform a good deed or two every day
They may never even know of local renown
But they live as an asset to their side of the town

Since Trust Is A Thing

Since trust is a thing that must be shared by two
How can you trust one who does not trust you
The lack of trust only gives rise to suspicion only true to say
It cannot be trust if it is only one way
Trust has it's source on what is fair and just
You cannot be friends with one you do not trust
When trust is broken a friendship breaks down
This the main reason that once good friendships are severed in every town
A trustworthy person is one to be admired
And of singing her or his praises i never feel tired
It is by good example their sort choose to live
And credit for this to them one has to give
How can you trust one who does not trust you
Since trust is a thing that must be shared by two.

A Man Of Newmarket

Many of Australia's highways and byways he has been up and down
The likeable man of Duhallow's Newmarket Town
Of his Australian travels he had many stories to tell
At the weekends in the barroom of the Clifton Hill Hotel

But going back the years this does seem long ago
And time that does age would have become his foe
Perhaps from Fitzroy in Melobourne he now lives far away
He may even be back home in Newmarket today

Dark haired and friendly and quite a handsome bloke
One who could laugh at and tell a good joke
Back in the late eighties in his physical prime
Perhaps nowadays he would be showing the wear of time

In the Clifton Hill pub in the weekends back then
Of the young nubile women one of the favourite men
Cannot say if he settled down with a long term partner or wife
Or if he is living the nomadic single life

Perhaps around Fitzroy he did not stay
And where he might be now i just cannot say
It was his love of travel that brought him far south
Of Newmarket and the fields of the badger and waterways of the brown trout.

The Pride Of Koroit Town

With dark wavy shoulder length hair and eyes of light brown
Where is she nowadays the Pride of Koroit Town
It would seem her future far from Koroit is elsewhere
Last year she left the Moyne Shire for the big World out there

Of late he does not seem in the mood for cheer
The young man in Koroit's Commercial Pub on his own drinking beer
The Rose of Koroit he is missing today
That love has it's heartaches only true to say

For his unrequited love of her in love ache he does pay
Since she did not love him in any sort of a way
He does have the look of a love forsaken man
In her future for him she does not have a plan

He is a young man yet quite close to his physical prime
And for his love ache his healer will be time
He will come to realize few ever get what they wish for most in life
The young woman he loves will never be his wife

From Koroit in the Moyne Shire she lives far away
It is said she is living in the U S of A
On his sad looking face not one trace of cheer
The young man in the Commercial Pub on his own drinking beer.

There Are Wonderful People

There are wonderful people in every town
Who everyday help the financially down
Of the needs of others they are quite aware
And the love they have in them they willingly share
By helping poor people of helping in need
For their future good Karma they plant the good seed
Rewards for their kindness by them not desired
They are never among the town's most admired
The kindhearted people who happen to believe
That in life you must give if you wish to receive
Of anyone unkind things they never do say
And they do live their lives in an honourable way
Though as the unsung in their towns they remain
Their births into life has been to humanity's gain.

She Said To Me

She said to me never give rhyming away
Though for it you never receive any pay
And for you there never has been a hooray
Just add to your numbers of rhymes every day
Though so few your praises do bother to sing
Writing rhymes to you happiness does bring
You have been writing rhymes of time for quite a span
Just carry on doing it for as long as you can
By the literary critics ignored as one of literary note
Your sort of  writer they never promote
As an internet rhymer to some you are known
But as is said of people it is each to their own
Just ignore what others of you have to say
And carry on rhyming until you last living day.

James Elroy Flecker

James Elroy Flecker the London born poet died as a young man
Of years he only lived a four decade span
A Greek lady Helle Skiaderessi was his devoted wife
She was his inspiration and the great love of his life
Flecker was one with words who had a way
And many of his poems are living today
One of the great English poets of his time
He was a master of metre and rhyme
The fans of Flecker's poetry as fans do remain
And his collected poems among their favourite books to read do retain
Quite a master wordsmith of him one can say
With rhyming words he was one who loved to play
In Cheltenham at the foot of the Cotswold hills his last remains lay
His poetry is enjoyed by many today.

For Our Every Mistake

For our every mistake in life some price to pay
We learn as we live it works in this way
In a Human World where for a few to win big many have to lose
It is true losing is a thing anyone does not choose
Worldwide billions of people for success does compete
In every town and on every street
People for attention with each other compete every day
Humanity has always worked in this way
Those in the needs and rights of others aware
Sadly nowadays are becoming more rare
So many their own praises only willing to sing
With many promotion of self is their in thing
The heroines and heroes of every town
Are not those who help the financially down.

Each To Their Own

Prince Harry of England has left the Royal British fold
It is not as an inner Royal he may grow old
With his American born actress wife Meghan Markle and their young son Archie the privilege of Royalty they forego
In their case each to their own happens for to be so
It is Harry's elder brother William by birthright will be a future British King
Though this may not be a reason Harry has decided to do his own thing
Perhaps his beautiful wife Meghan has some part in this for to play
This is what some British royal enthusiasts seem to believe anyway
But Harry doubtless has a mind of his own
And perhaps the idea of living his life as a British Royal he has outgrown
But whatever their reason of leaving the Royal fold  he and Meghan can only say
This is their business though the media do not see it this way
But they will not die of hunger in truth one can say
And Harry and Meghan and Archie in their lives will be okay.

Danny And Kate

That beauty is in the eyes of the beholder happens to be true
Old Danny Frizzy he will tell you
That his wife Kate is the prettiest in the town
Though on her head grey hair that once was light brown
Grandparents in their late seventies their best days long gone
Though the love between them today living on
She has put on weight the years on her show
But his love of her only does seem to grow
A soulmate to him and the love of his life
For fifty years they have been man and wife
That love does grow stale in his case a lie
He will love her until the day he does die
In their late seventies time not on their side
But the love between them it has not died.

Sheila O' Connell

She will be missed from  Murphy's  Terrace Sheila Dan Joe O' Connell's wife
Where she raised their children and lived for the most of her life
In Millstreet Town by many well liked and well known
In her the Parish has lost one of it's own
Sad to think in Millstreet in the flesh she is never to be seen again
But in all who knew her good memories of her will remain
In her last resting spot in St Mary's in view  of Cashman's Hill
Her heart that beat with kindness is forever still
From suffering and care death to all bring peace
One can only hope for her that her parting from life was not a painful release
A fact of our existence and fact never lie
All of us humans are born  as mortals to eventually die
Sheila was devoted to her family and to Dan Joe a good wife
And she was one who did live an honourable life.

Maureen McCarthy

In Kilcummin near Killarney as Tim McCarthy's wife
Maureen born as an O'Sullivan of Feirm near Ballydaly lived for the most of her life
She was a nice person in her own kind way
In Kilcummin cemetery her last remains forever do lay
Survived by her husband and children and grandchildren she was a nice person of to know
One can say of her she had the bright inner glow
She died in her late sixties or very early seventies not that old in years
And her passing from life did not go without tears
All who knew and knew of her good memories of her will retain
In life her loss to Ballydaly became Kilcummin's gain
So sad to learn that she has lived her last night and day
She lived as an honourable person of her one can say
Sadly missed by her family and many a friend
Her journey in life it has come to an end.

In Port Fairy

In Port Fairy many homes with views of the Pacific shore
Are being readily sold for a million dollars and often much more
In what has been voted the World's most livable small town
Perhaps for the wealthy only and not for the financially down
A person who owns a home in Port Fairy is not poor in any way
And this only does seem a true thing to say
Port Fairy eighteen kilometres from the City of Warrnambool
Perhaps the most livable for the wealthy only who is who trying to fool
Doubtless a beautiful town to live in for those who live there
But to afford to buy a home in Port Fairy with sea views you would have to be a multi millionaire
That Port Fairy is a beautiful town to live in does go without doubt
But for a person on a low financial income such a place is out
Perhaps the World's most livable small town for some but some is not all
Port Fairy is not for those people whose financial incomes are small.

I Only Hope This Feeling

Today ageing women unattractive to many quite beautiful to me
In everyone i meet only beauty i see
From others respect you cannot receive if respect to them you cannot show
Most people have in them the bright inner glow
Some people in their judgments of others can be so unkind
If they only looked for the good some good they would find
To some it is far easier to condemn than condone
Leave it to the one without sin to cast the verbal stone
Today i see beauty in everyone i do meet
Even strangers smile at me as they pass on the street
Suppose what we put into life in return we receive
On such a philosophy one can only believe
In everyone i meet i see beauty today
I only hope this feeling with me it will stay.

An Aged Great Granddad

Time has become his as well as the foe
Of the woman he loved in the decades ago
The passing of time on ageing faces show
Younger anyone never does grow

An aged great granddad who has grown tired of life
Tired of his humdrum existence and his nagging aged wife
Things much better between them when they were young
No words of love for him now in her tongue

All he has are his memories of his loves of the past
But sadly for him they too did not last
The Goddess of happiness on him did smile
When love in their marriage did bloom for awhile

The woman he loved a beauty of the town
A marriage proposal from him turned down
The woman he married he is with today
And she has not grown sweeter with age one can say

He lives with his memories of better days long gone
And only his fear of death keeps him living on
In his early eighties in the twilight of his life
Tired of his existence and his aged nagging wife.

In The Warmth Of February

In the sunny blue sky just a few clouds of grey
Beauty it is all around me today
The sweet scent of hay carrying in the freshening breeze
And the magpies are warbling on the sunlit trees

Above the town gardens white butterflies flitting about
In the warmth of February in the far south
The paddocks near the town greening after the recent rain
With such pleasant weather none ought to complain

On a weaather temperature high for the day of a sunny twenty two degrees
The warm air full of the buzzings of bush flies and bees
And everyone i meet has a smiling face
The nice weather brings happiness to a beautiful place

And wherever i turn to look beauty i see
Today it is everywhere all around me
The pee wee of the magpie larks pleasant to hear
Earthly Utopia to this place has to be near

So good is life so good to be alive
A day for to go on a rural drive
With the sweet scent of hay carrying in the freshening breeze
And the magpies warbling on the sunlit trees.

What Is Life But A Journey

What is life but a journey that does end one day
Maybe near to where you were born or from there far away
No matter what you achieve in life for you it comes to an end
That death is for everyone on this you can depend
Do not leave your successes go to your  head
Many far greater than you are now with the dead
Those who have humility nowadays are a rare breed
Though of far more of their sort the Human World is in need
Though the very thought of death to many is a frightening thing
And of it's praises you never hear anyone sing
It is The Leveller as James Shirley in his great poem did say
There is never inequality where dead people lay
Life is a journey that does end for all
For everyone there will be a final Fall.

One Woman At A Time

Whether it be a lover or a partner or wife
One woman at a time is enough for any man in his life
Do not feel inferior to the bloke who has two
It does not mean he is a better man than you
And if your woman does leave you then you can search for someone new
For women who become bored with their man are more than a few
He can congratulate  himself with a job that's well done
The fellow who is capable of satisfying one
Some males do have egos too big for their head
They boast in the pub of how good they are in bed
But it is not good for their ego when their women of them tire
To realize that they are not all that a woman desire
If you can satisfy one woman at a time you are doing okay
One at a time for any man is enough despite what some do say.

Eddy Tucker

Few people like him in life one ever meet
One of the wisest ever in the Parish of Millstreet
Born and raised in Ballydaly but where he lives today
Is something i do not know of and of this cannot say

He has passed the three score and ten years of his life span
Eddy Tucker he is such an enlightened man
For one who knows so much about psychology and human body language humble in his way
People like he is i do not meet every day

Eddy Tucker one not into sports as i do recall
Cannot even ever remember him playing Gaelic Football
Or talking of hurling or rally drivers or fast racing cars
Or celebrity entertainers or famed movie stars

And since the working of the human mind in life his favourite subject and thing
Of the praises of such a person few bother to sing
Back there in the countryside near Millstreet Town
Where to be an enlightened person does not earn you a claim even to local renown

Though in Millstreet Parish his to many is a known face
He is one there who does seem out of place
Since he does not have many to talk with what he likes talking about
Of most conversations he must feel left out

In my memories of the people of the place where the journey in life for me began
Eddy Tucker remains as a memorable man
He is one of those who has the bright inner glow
And where he lives today i cannot say i do know.

A Warm February Day In The Moyne Shire

The day it is warm close to thirty degrees
And warmth in the sunshine and warmth in the breeze
In the mostly blue sky just a few clouds of grey
For the coastal Moyne Shire it is a warm February day
For many in parts of Australia this has been a tough year
Storiess of big fires we read of and hear
Forest and hundreds of kilometres of countryside have been burned black
Nature one can say is on the attack
It has been estimated that billions of insects and birds and animals in the big flames have died
And people have lost their lives and homes burned to ashes and dreams have been destroyed
But the Moyne Shire is lucky on the fires it has missed out
Though smoke from the flames in the wind has drifted south
The magpies are warbling on the sunlit trees
And the warm air is full of the buzzing of bush flies and bees.

For Life Is The Greatest Gift

The longest lived human life in real time not that long a span
So hang on to your great gift of life for as long as you possibly can
For life is the greatest gift anyone does possess
Far greater than any other form of success
Of the praises of a noble death you will hear many sing
But to live to die old is a far greater thing
Than dying young and brave and having your praises sung
It is a known fallacy that only the good do die young
Live and let live as the wise one does say
Only earth worms live where the dead at rest lay
Butterflies are dancing in the warm Summer breeze
And the birds they are singing on the sunlit trees
On this beautiful evening to go for a drive
Oh isn't it great for to be alive.

Time The Old Master

Way back in the days when his hair was light brown
One of the most admired by young women of the town
But the hair on his balding head now silver grey
He is one who has known of a far better day
Though in his younger years one not short of women in his life
He is growing old without descendants or a partner or wife
The women who loved him now ageing old dears
And all he has are memories of his better years
One now in the twilight of the human life span
In his younger years he was a tall handsome man
But going back the Seasons this seems long ago
And time the old master has become his foe
No longer young and sprightly he walks rather slow
Time on the best of them eventually does show.

The Past We Remember

The past we remember like an old favourite song
Wherever we go to with us it goes along
As long as your gift of memory with you remain
Mental pictures of what was you will retain

Like all other migrants the past lives in me
In fancy the high fields by Clara i often do see
Where i grew to love Nature when i was a boy
Old memories of natural beauty remain as a source of joy

At the start of it's journeys to the rivers to the Atlantic shore
In Claraghatlea the old rill from high Claramore
Though in distance far to my thoughts ever near
In visualizations the sound of it's babble i often does hear

They live on in us every good memory
Of the long ago in the what used to be
You may well live far from the far away hill
But in your memory at least time seems to stand still

My journey in life has brought me far south
Of the fields of the badger and waterways of the brown trout
And with the clock on my life ever ticking away
To the warbling of the magpies i wake every day.

In St Mary's In Millstreet

In St Mary's in Millstreet from here far away
Where most of the deceased of the Parish does lay
Many the kind heart forever is still
Under the earth in view of Cashman's Hill
For their souls there is no need for to pray
If there is a Heaven they are up there today
Most of the deceased in St Mary's in life respect won
In any way they never harmed anyone
From Millstreet Town and Parish they may be forever gone
But many of them in their descendants their genes do live on
They will never be seen in Millstreet again
But in those who knew them fond memories of them will remain
By Cashman's Hill forever at peace
From life they have had their  final release.

To His Word He Stays True

If he makes a promise to his word he stays true
Give the man credit since this is his due
To his word he sticks when to you his word he give
As he is one with a lie who could not live
Since he is one whose word is truly his bond
By his sort of person you will never be conned
He is a person worthy of your trust
Since he lives a life that is honourable and just
Of more of his sort the Human World is in need
Since of honesty and trust he does plant the seed
On living a moral life he does believe
People like him others never deceive
Any wrong to another he never has done
His mum and his dad in him raised a good son.

Eventually Our Turn

Tomorrow will dawn when this day is done
For many people but not for everyone
For some people today will be their last living day
Since the Reaper of lives on all lives has the say
Between the old and the young, the wealthy, unknown and the poor and the great
Death that claims all lives does not differentiate
It does even choose some of the healthy in their physical prime
For all of us of living there is a given time
The praises of death by anyone never sung
Though it does not differentiate between the old and the young
It's victims in the cemeteries of the World do lay
Our great gift of life is not with us for to stay
That we are born to mortality is not a lie
Eventually our turn will come for to die.

Just A Migrant Rhymer

Just a migrant rhymer born and raised near Millstreet Town
One without any claim to literary renown
Time that ages everyone has become my foe
I was in my prime near five decades ago

For so many years an old style rhyming buff
One who has written a whole pile of stuff
My best years as a rhymer in the forever gone
But true to my calling in life i rhyme on

It has been many years since i saw Clara's Hill
Or heard the babble of the silver tongued rill
Flowing in Claraghatlea from high Claramore
To the big waterways to the Atlantic shore

I have never pretended that i am a poet
Nor am i one worthy of any literary note
Just one who enjoyed reading rhymes as a boy
And writing them nowadays is a thing in enjoy

It is said that from life we receive our due
Though in many instances this is just not true
There are many good living people in every town
Unlucky in life and financially down

Just an old fashioned rhymer is the best i can be
It was my love of rhyme made a rhymer of me
Though my sort of writer the literary critics ignore
It is something i love doing and little else more.

The Old Sheepdog Trialers

Time wearies the best of them as they do say
The old sheepdog trialers have known of a better day
Ageing men and women who with their dogs travel far and wide
To sheepdog trials in towns in the big countryside

With their border collies and some kelpies as well
Of their past successes and failures in trialing they have many stories to tell
They drive with their dogs to all States in Australia at trials to compete
And always great banter when old trialers do meet

All old sheepdog trialers to each other well known
One can say of them they have ways of their own
Of how to train for work and trial dogs so much they do know
Such knowledge on bushes and trees does not grow

Some of them in and near their eighties many years past their prime
They have been trialing sheepdogs for quite a long time
Of working dogs and their ways they know so much about
That they are good at training dogs for trialing does go without doubt.

A Wonderful Thing

The great gift of life is a wonderful thing
And of the praises of life do feel happy to sing
And since death is forever perhaps your best plan
Is to live for as long as you possibly can
Born into life for to battle the odds
So sad for the children of the lesser gods
But as is said of life where it is there is hope
And most people in poverty manage to cope
With the hardship they inherited due to birth circumstance
As they too realize in life never a second chance
But their great love of life makes them want to live on
When any hope of success from them has gone
Far greater than any other form of success
Life is the greatest gift that anyone can possess.

On Valentine's Day

At the flower shop he called  to buy flowers for his wife whilst on his way
Home from the pub on the evening of Valentine's Day
The woman who raises their children and devotes her life
In performing her marital duties as a mother and wife
He hands her the flowers with a hug and a kiss and to her does say
Happy Valentine's darling hope you had a nice day
She thanks him and whilst placing the flowers in a jug
She thinks to herself he must think i'm a mug
If he thinks i have forgotten the beatings from him in the recent past
Lets hope these niceties towards me with him does last
On Valentine's Day so many males of his kind
Buy flowers for their wives or partners to ease their guilt of mind
But women are smarter than most men realize
And their true feelings towards them are good to disguise.

Is There One

Is there one who is perfect in the Human World of today
People not born to be perfect only true to say
The near to perfect human beings in the World are few
This is not anything in any way that is new
The worst flawed of all are not those of little money to their name
But the wealthy celebrities of a widespread fame
That money can corrupt as a truism remain
The reason for this it's own self does explain
The praises of the wealthy and famous the impressionable masses may sing
But corruption in high places is not a rare thing
In a Human World where billions of people for this thing known as success does compete
And to become the wealthiest and most famous person on their street
In a Human World where billions of people for success strive to win
They are a rare breed those who live without sin.

A Nice February Day

The sun shines in the sky of blue and grey
A soft breeze blowing from the nearby bay
A weather forecast high of twenty degrees near perfect one might say
It is so good to be alive today
With such splendid weather how could one complain
Yesterday we did get some needed rain
The dry spell did last for quite a while
On Mother Earth the sun goddess does smile
Nature's beauty to view is free
The best things in life one need not pay to see
How nice walking in the town park
Listening to the pee wee of a magpie lark
For such weather Mother Earth does stand to gain
On a day of sunshine after yesterday's rain.

Do Not Wait Until I Am Dead

It will not matter to me in my last resting spot
If i am remembered or i am forgot
Since the dead are past all feelings they don't hear for them the hooray
That we all need recognition only true for to say
For to die almost as an unknown few humans wish to end their lives in this way
But so few in their lifetime become a great name
And most do die as strangers to material wealth and fame
To one's higher self one can only lives as true
But give me the recognition now if such is my due
So true indeed what the wise old sage has said
That honour is never of use to the dead
For to need recognition is a human thing
Do not wait until i am dead for my praises to sing.

Breeda Trend

Born one of the Murphys of Ballydaly her married name Bridget Trend
Better known as Breeda in Plymouth in England her life's journey came to an end
In Ballydaly she did not live her last night and day
On her seventy seventh year from life she passed away
Far beyond Duhallow's green old countryside
The Murphy family of Ballydaly are known and respected far and wide
Breeda's life journey took her to England Hibernia's sister shore
From Ballydaly with views of high and green Claramore
The great gift of life from her may have gone
But good memories of her in Ballydaly will live on
One who in Ballydaly did not choose to stay
From there her life's journey for her ended far away
Life's Reaper on our lives has the final say
For all of us there is a last night and day.

John Brosnan

Far from where old Clara Mountain  as ever looks down
John Brosnan's life ended in Ghana south of Millstreet Town
Survived by his family of time he did not live a long span
He did not live to grow old and die as an aged man
Not anywhere near to Duhallow his future was to be elsewhere
As a young man he went to see life in the big World out there
Not the first or the last migrant from their hometown to die far away
But he will be missed by his family and the friends of his younger years in Duhallow today
Doubtless he was one who remembered his younger years in Millstreet
And his friends of the past he would never more meet
To live and die in Millstreet for him not to be
In life we all fulfil our own destiny
For all of us from life a final release
Doubtless he was a good person may he now rest in peace.

Frank Thornton

Survived by his family and Peggy his devoted wife
Frank Thornton of Drishanebeg has lost his gift of life
A quietly spoken fellow who had many a friend
His long journey in life for him has come to an end
A good man of him in truth one can say
One who lived his life in an honourable way
Though never for to be seen in the flesh again
Good memories of the person he was in all who knew him will remain
One who never sought for himself publicity
He was one who lived life with humility
Though he was a person well advanced in years
His passing would not have gone without farewell tears
Hope his passing from life for him a painless release
In St Mary's by Cashman's Hill he now is at peace.

Only Among The Most Honourable

Quite humble in his ways he never acts tough
The man dismissed by big brother's judgmental as one of the not good enough
He does not have a steady job and does not have uni degrees
And any chance of self betterment he fails for to seize

Quite a nice person and not an outsider by choice
In the local community his is not a heard voice
But a recent act of bravery has silenced those of him who did not have nice things to say
A person's standing in a community can change in a day

The only child a teenage daughter of wealthy parents whilst swimming in the bay
By a huge outgoing wave from the shallows was swept away
He overheard her cries for help and despite the danger to him
In the treacherous waters out to her he did swim

To the safety of the beach he dragged her out
Where a lot of curious onlookers were gathered about
The hero of the day to many a surprise
In their eyes his community status received an instant rise

A community award for bravery he choose to turn down
None more humble or brave than him in the town
Those who laud people for their material successes have got it all wrong
Only among the most honourable of people the humble brave does belong.

Old Dasher Joe

To the locals he is known as Old Dasher Joe
Since he always talks of the days long ago
When he was the champion athlete of the town
He used to run fast when his hair was light brown

In the local pub with a few beers in
He talks of the big races that he did win
In his prime never found to be wanting when put to the test
At eight hundred metres he was the town's best

His eight decades of living on him does show
The legs that did run fast are now walking slow
Twelve times a great grandad divorced from his wife
His memories are all he has left in his life

Just one more old bloke in his prime a great name
He is not the only one to have outlived his fame
It is only in memory nowadays against the best he compete
He is the oldest and slowest living on his street

On Saturday at the pub he talks of the past
In the long gone years when his legs did move fast
But this is going back half a century or so
And time it has caught up on Old Dasher Joe.

Eventually We All Become Victims Of Time

Why time passes so quickly one must wonder why
On looking back the Seasons the years seemed to fly
The decades pass quickly beyond our lives prime
Eventually we all become victims of time
As a young person anyone does not stay
Yesterday's baby is ageing today
Time with it brings changes few things seem to last
And memories are all we retain of the past
We live in the now and yesterday has gone
And the clocks on our lives ever keep ticking on
Some people tomorrow will not wake to see
To everyone death does come eventually
We are born to mortality and we age by the day
And the clocks on our lives ever ticking away.

Compassionate People

They never ignore anyone of their help in need
Those with compassion have a great gift indeed
For those doing it tough in life they feel sympathy
The generosioty and kindness in them gives rise to empathy
Compassionate people are nice people to meet
For attention with others they never compete
For to help others out they go out of their way
And perform a good deed or two every day
I see people taking selfies of themselves in the park and on the street
So many nowadays so full of self conceit
No space for compassion in the self centered mind
Nowadays they are not rare the narcissistic inclined
Compassionate people than their sort much nicer of to know
Since they are blessed of the bright inner glow.

As Nice A Person

As nice a person as one could wish for to meet
She carries joy with her when walking the street
Though attractive to look at free of guile and conceit
For attention with others she does not compete
In her mid twenties in her physical prime
Women like her are the inspiration of song, story and rhyme
Beautiful brown eyes and wavy shoulder length brown hair
The joy of life in her with others she willingly does share
She is one i see often though not every day
Such a charming person on her down to earth way
One so attractive and unconceited nowadays is a rare thing
People like her some joy to others does bring
In her mid twenties in her physical prime
Her sort the inspiration of the writers of song, story and rhyme.

So Welcome The Rain

The farmers of the Moyne Shire are smiling again
After the long dry spell so welcome the rain
The paddocks thirsting for rain looking so brown and dry
A gift to Mother Earth from the grey sunless sky
The people of the Moyne Shire have been lucky in this fire prone year
No huge conflagration to them has come any where near
And now lots of rain for to moisten the ground
At the sight of heavy rain such joy does abound
Yes a welcome sight one can say indeed
Of life giving rain the earth is in need
On what has been a very warm and dry year
The sound of rain on the roofs is so pleasant to hear
Mother Nature she can be kind in her own way
She has brought welcome rain to the Moyne Shire today.

Nature's Ventriloquists

The frog chorus is audible again
They always sing before and during rain
These tiny amphibians one does not often see
Perhaps they do sing to proclaim territory
Hard to be seen so elusive in their way
They are Nature's ventriloquists of them one can say
You search for one where you think the sound is only to realize
To find it is not there Nature never ceases to surprise
Frogs they are creatures with ways of their own
And even those knowledge on them will tell of them much remains as unknown
Nature in her creatures such joy to us does bring
Though of her we will never know everything
We know it will soon rain the frogs are on song
And as weaather forecasters they never get it wrong.

The Old Bards Of Duhallow And Sliabh Luachra

The old bards of Duhallow and Sliabh Luachra long in their graves lay
And sadly many of their poems are not living today
It can be said of them with words they had a way
And so few nowadays visit the graves where they lay

Duhallow's and Sliabh Luachra's last people of rhyme
Many of their written words have lost out to time
Years ago by aged people stories of them were told
But the young of the nineteen fifties today have grown old

The old bards of Duhallow and Sliabh Luachra were famous years ago
Until time that ages did become their foe
Well loved and admired far beyond their home countryside
In their better years they were known far and wide

In literature as in all things time with it brings changes and to literary styles change did come fast
And nowadays the old bards of Duhallow and Sliabh Luachra are relicts of the past
Back in the nineteen fifties when i was a boy
Listening to their poems recited by old timers i used to enjoy.

In February By Mushera

Old Mushera looks cold in his hat of snow
And in Aubane valley the chilly winds of February blow
On the narrow Butter Road cars slowly driven up and down
In the high countryside above Millstreet Town
The chirpings of the migratory redwings one of the few birds sounds one does hear
In February by Mushera a cold and wet time of year
In farmyard sheds cattle are bellowing for silage or hay
Though the calendar Spring is not that far away
From the high countryside by Mushera that is so green in Spring
When the wildborn nesting birds chirp, whistle and sing
And dark faced lambs on the foothills around their mothers play
And the swallows are back home to breed from lands far away
Above Mushera in February the sky seldom clear
Though Spring to the high country in time is near.

Suppose We All Cannot Be Winners

We all have our ambitions for to pursue
But for many their dreams in life never come true
The wealthy celebrities are in the few
And this is not saying anything that is new
Far more losers than winners in the World every day
Suppose we all cannot be winners life does not work in this way
It takes a brave and an honourable person for to lose with grace
For to accept defeat with a smiling face
To win to most people is the preferable thing
Of the praises of a loser you will not hear many sing
That life is mostly about winning the fact does remain
The reason for this it's own self does explain
The winners are those the masses do admire
And of singing their praises never seem to tire.

A Warm Day

The day it is warm with only a slight breeze
And the weather temperature close to the forty degrees
In the sunny blue sky not one cloud of grey
For Warrnambool it is a very warm day

The second last day of January in Victoria's coastal south west
On an evening out of the warm sunshine in the shade for to rest
In a nice place weatherwise to live in why otherwise pretend
Where one does not get very warm weather for weeks on end

In Park Lake Pertobe the familiar calling of the pee wees
Where it is even warm in the shade of the trees
In the warmth of the sunshine white butterlies play
It is said of their sort that they grow old in a day

The weather forecast has it that tomorrow a cool change will bring
And this for to hear is quite a pleasant thing
Forty degrees it is very warm for this far south
Though this does not seem much to be complaining about.

Before The Baby Does Walk

Before the baby does walk the baby does crawl
And the baby rises again after every fall
In life there is many an up and a down
The poor one today once one of the wealthy of the town
Every human life is a journey that does have an end
That for us all death is a certainty one can depend
The average human life three score and ten years in real time not a lengthy span
A few years more for a woman than it is for a man
You may well brag of your material success
But your life is the greatest gift you does possess
For many today is their last living day
And time does not wait it keeps on ticking away
The ageing only have memories of their youthful years long ago
Long before time it did become their foe.

Tomorrow Will Dawn

The clock on our lives ever ticks on and on
Tomorrow will dawn and yesterday has gone
The past just a memory of what used to be
And who knows what the future will hold for you and me
The fact of the matter and fact never lie
Is the longer you will live the sooner you will die
But forget about dying and your end of life plan
Just live for as long as you possibly can
Live since life is the greatest gift we do possess
Far greater than any other form of success
What the future holds who is for to say
We can only live in the now and the now is today
And like all yesterdays of the what used to be
Yesterday now is just a memory.

That Money Speaks Every Language

A wealthy great grandfather in his late seventies divorced from his fifth wife
But he is not done yet with women in his life
He is planning to marry a young divorcee
A beautiful brown haired woman in her life's thirty three

The goddess of sex on him she must have smiled
Obviuosly he remains fertile since she is carrying his child
He feels so proud to think once more he will be a dad
With his sexy young beauty some fun he has had

He wears a dark hairpiece to cover his baldness and grey
He is one who refuse to yield to time's decay
His wife to be her true feelings from him does disguise
In feigned looks of love in her lovely brown eyes

That she is only marrying him for his money he fails to realize
But then all men grow older but few does grow wise
Perhaps their marriage union may not last for a long spell
But in a huge divorce settlement she will do well

One of the wealthiest people on his side of the town
And this in itself is a claim to renown
With a beautiful pregnant young wife to be
That money speaks every language would you not agree?

Of The Moyne Shire

A nice part of south western Victoria as most would agree
In the Moyne Shire there is so much beauty for to see
A nice place to visit or for a holiday
Where many visitors have returned to for a longer stay
A countryside very old even in the Dreaming Time
That has been the inspiration of song, story and rhyme
Home to the Gundijtmara people descendants of the south west's first race
People who retain in their ancestral d n a a strong sense of place
For it's varying natural beauty the Moyne Shire well known
Many species of wildborn creatures can claim for it's own
The Moyne Shire a huge area of country that stretches inland from the coastal south west
As a Shire to live in rates among the best
Where the weather does never get too warm or too cold
And there is so much of natural beauty for to behold.

Margaret Court And Israel Folau

They may be champions of tennis and various codes of football
But as people not in anywhere near to good at all
Margaret Court and Israel Folau in some of their ways are so small
To a fair go for everyone they do not answer the call

Their verbal trashing of people for their sexual choices quite disappointing indeed
They are not the sort of role models that humanity of is in need
Some times for speaking one's thoughts there can be a price
For a narrow minded minority they have become the voice

Court and Folau claim themselves to be religious people which is quite disappointing indeed
Since of division and hatred they only plant the seed
The respect that is due to all people to some they refuse for to pay
Sad to think that they are celebrated and honoured by many in quite a big way

Not role models in a true sense of the word in truth one can say
They only proved themselves superior to others in their sporting field of play
But in the field of compassion they lag far behind
In their thought patterns their sort do not know how to be fair, compassionate and kind

Margaret Court and Israel Folau in their attitude to some of those very different to them have got it all wrong
To champions of humanity they will never belong
In some of their ways of thinking as people they are small
And they may be a heroine and a hero to many but to many is never to all.

Why Tell Me

Why tell me of your great successes and your uni degrees
Though such things do not grow on bushes and trees
Success stories like yours i hear of every day
And your story of similar stories another replay
Of people who like to brag of their every recent success
They have this need in them others for to impress
And though in their lives i can only wish them well
I wish of their unsolicited for recent success stories to me they did not tell
I do not look on such people as friend or foe
And you may say of them on their successes i feel jealous this well may be so
Though that they have lots of admirers in life is their thing
They should leave it to others their praises to sing
Though they do not impress me must seem obviously clear
Of such stories like your's of so often i hear.

I Have Not Been In Millstreet

I have not been in Millstreet for three with three decades of years
And for there i have shed my last nostalgic tears
For people i knew and may not see again
And only the memories of them with me now remain

I visualize them now as they were back then
Back in the mid eighties as young women and men
But with anybody youth does not stay
And they would be showing the wear of time today

To my better years i must go back in time
And i only have memories of my physical prime
But going back the years this now seems long ago
And time that ages all life has become my foe

But in my visualizations time seems to stand still
Of the green countryside in view of Clara's Hill
And of the old fields where i grew to love Nature when i was a boy
And learning of her ways today i enjoy

Far south of where my journey in life began
In Claraghatlea where i grew into a man
Time has eventually caught up on me
And i only have memories of what used to be.

A Beautiful January Day

It is such a beautiful January day
The sun it is shining in sky blue and grey
A weather temperature high for the day of a pleasant twenty two degrees
And a pleasant coolness in the freshening breeze
That gently does blow in the park by the bay
Carrying in it's breath the sweet scent of hay
A sound of the ocean that is forever more
The rumble of the surf waves splashing on the shore
The mewing of the silver gulls a familiar sound
These coastal scavengers in large numbers abound
On this beautiful evening in late January
The pleasures of Nature as always to enjoy are free
Earthly Utopia from here cannot be far away
How enjoyable to be outdoors on such a nice day.

Humility Comes With

Humility come with a touch of self doubt
And from the mind shuts any feelings of superiority out
Arrogance and conceit it does keep at bay
Of the humble we need more of in the World of today
For survival some ego is a human need
Though some of it have too much far too much indeed
Too much ego in the thinking of the mind takes it's toll
And narcissism grows in an ego out of control
Humility is such a wonderful thing
To the human soul peace it does bring
Quite lucky to be blessed of the inner glow
People with humility are nice people to know
With success they never get carried away
We need more of their sort in the Human World of today.

The Person You Are

The size of your home or the size of your car
Does not tell the World of the person you are
Love of material things to compassion not known to give rise
I can only quote from the words of the wise

One of the materially successful people of the town
To be financially successful your main claim to renown
But to any poor person you are not a friend
To say otherwise would be for to pretend

The kind and compassionate one can only admire
And the generosity in others never fail to inspire
They are the people who give to receive
On what goes around comes around on they do believe

You are one of those who does impress
Those who look up to those for their material success
And on saying the impressionable are not of the few
Is not saying anything that is in any way that is new

But they are by far greater people than you
Who for the less fortunate good things always do
Though never among the admired of the town
They never forsake the financially down.

A Young Beauty

Shoulder length wavy dark hair and eyes of light brown
One of the most attractive young beauties on her side of the town
But she is one who is not free of conceit
She does not smile at and greet everyone she does meet
She has young male admirers far more than a few
But that her sort are choosy is not saying what is new
Of her physical beauty she is quite aware
But then her sort never has been of the rare
We all have our human flaws one must suppose
She looks quite attractive in her formal clothes
Snobbish in her body language and in her way
Feel honoured if she greets you with a good day
That she looks quite attractive obviously she does know
But sadly she does lack in the inner glow.

He Lives In His Own Way

For to be wealthy and famous he feels no desire
Not the sort that others look up to and admire
Of his praises you will not hear anyone sing
For he lives in his own way and does his own thing
To any social or sporting groupings he does not belong
Yet he is one who never does anyone wrong
As community minded his sort never known
He does not have friends and he lives on his own
He does not have a girlfriend one reason the judgmental of him say
He cannot be heterosexual he has to be gay
He is one they are trying hard for to pigeon hole
But than their sort he is by far purer of soul
A quiet bloke in his words he never puts anyone down
Yet he lives without friends on his side of the town.

Yellow Robins

On fringes of woodlands in south eastern Australia a regular sight
Their song though repetitive a natural delight
Grey head, back and tail and yellow unders yellow robins their name
Compared to many other birds they almost seem tame

In beautiful cup nest of bark on low branch of fork of tree
The female lay green pink spotted eggs of two or three
Distinctive from other birds with quiet ways of their own
To country people of wooded areas they are well known

Yellow robins close to ground clinging to trunk of tree
Watching for crawling insects one often does see
They quiely fly down and capture their prey
To hunt by stealth their natural way

Just before dawn and at twilight they often does sing
It seems song with them is a territorial thing
Of human kind they do not seem all that shy
Yellow robins the name that they are known by.

In The Wrath Of Nature

The weather of late has been acting so strange
But then we are in the age of Climate Change
From the big World out there stories of big fires and storms and flooding and drought
Of vast changes in Worldwide weather patterns there can be little doubt

More stories of natural catastrophes in the news every day
Suppose for human created carbon emissions this the price we must pay
We do not treat the Earth Mother who feeds us in a respectful way
And in the anger of Nature us humans a big part does play

In engineering, maths, chemistry, science and technology human achievements have not been small
But in our natural environmental practices us humans have nothing to feel proud of at all
The industrial revolution in many gave rise to material greed
Of far more environmentaly aware people humanity is badly in need

Human induced Global Warming affects all forms of life
Pollution of the natural environment Worldwide is rife
What we do to our Earth Mother we do to our own selves happens to be true
And in the wrath of Nature we are receiving our due.

Strangers To Literary Renown

By literary critics not considered as the poetesses and poets of our time
But rhymers they never do run out of rhyme
With rhyming words they just love for to play
Addicted to rhyming words they do just love for to play
They are the writers literary critics ignore
But of rhymers in the World there has never been more
There are many rhymers in every town
The writers who are strangers to literary renown
That there was a time that rhymers were popular happens to be so
But on going back the Seasons this was long ago
By the majority of lovers of poetry it seems true to say
The writers of blank verse are considered as the poets of today
And rhymers are dismissed as relicts of the literary past
But then so few things in time ever does seem to last.

Of Nature So Much To Learn

Environmental scientists and those who on natural sciences have their uni degrees
And such knowledge as one know does not grow on trees
Will tell you of Nature's ways so little they can claim of to know
And their wonder of her ways only does grow and grow
To human beings so many of Nature's ways remain as unknown
One can say of her that she has ways of her own
And even the most knowledgeable of people on Nature have come to realize
That of her ways they do know so little and this they do not disguise
Her lessons are many only true for to say
And of her we do learn something new every day
That of Nature we have so much to learn is not a lie
We will be learning of her until the day we do die
Many of those with their degrees on Nature will tell you they have come to realize
That of her ways they have much to learn this not a surprise.

The Love Of Your Dog

To say otherwise would be for to pretend
To most people their dog is their greatest friend
For a few kind words and a good feed and a walk every day
Your dog as your best friend for it's lifetime will stay

A woman may lose the love of her husband or a man may lose the love of his wife
But their dog as their best friend will love them for life
You are the World's greatest person in your dog's eyes
And that you have flaws it does not realize

That dogs are ever faithful does seem, obviously clear
So many stories of their loyalty one does read of and hear
In defense of their owners so many brave dogs have died
You have your best friend in your dog at your side

To your dog you are one who is truly great
When you come home from work it greets you at the gate
So happy to welcome you home for the night
With a wagging tail it barks in delight

For as long as it lives to you it will remain true
Your dog is one who will never doubt you
A woman may lose the love of her husband or a man may lose the love of his wife
But the love of your dog is a love that's for life.

Those With Real Love In Them

Those with love that leads to sharing have a great gift indeed
And of more of such people the Human World is in need
Self centered love that leads to narcissism is love gone wrong
And in any form of real love does not belong
Those into self promotion in quite a big way
May be among the most admired in the Human World of today
But most of their sort only for self does care
And for others do not have any love to spare
Those with real love in them have a great gift indeed
And on their helping of others plant Karma's good seed
Of a few of their sort i feel privileged of for to know
And my admiration of them it only does grow
They perform acts of kindness every day
And in the helping of others often go out of their way.

A Very Different Jim

The Irish people who choose to live and grow old in their homeland more loyal to Ireland than me
Content to grow old with their friends and family
Though some of them have lived for a few years in big cities elsewhere
They had no wish for to grow old in the big World out there
Old Jim who drinks in the local pub often sings an Irish song
The love he feels in his old age for his homeland feels strong
But if you ask him when he is sober do you miss Irealnd Jim
In his answer the sense of nostalgia missing that the alcohol brings out in him
He says yes i do often think of where i first saw light of day
But had i loved Ireland all that much there i would surely stay
It was his love of adventure that brought him to age far south
Of the old fields of the badger and waterways of the brown trout
The Jim you meet when sober a very different Jim
Than the man the alcohol does bring to life the nostalgia in him.

A Noisy Place To Be

The rock band is playing their music is loud
A noisy place to be among the noisy crowd
Such volumnous venues seem lacking in cheer
So much aggression in the noise created by beer
Tranquility from here does seem far away
On such surroundings peace could never stay
For those into mind ease this would not be the place
Where Nature she does not have a smiling face
Why many people love loud music and noise beyond me to comprehend
Suppose it takes all kinds to say different would be to pretend
Of peace and beauty in such a place in a cocoon of noise
Nature's beauty would be a hard thing for to visualize
Among loud music and loud noise the birds you won't hear
To such a place Earthly Utopia is not anywhere near.

You May Be As Good

You may be as good as any good person can be
And be blessed with compassion and for others feel empathy
And perform a good deed or two every day
Yet not everyone of you will have nice things to say
The kind are never among the most admired of the town
And never even know of local renown
For to be like them so few do desire
They are just not the type that many do admire
Though joy to some people in their good deeds they do bring
Their praises few ever do bother to sing
The words of a wise person i do recall
In life you win some but you don't win them all
But those every day who perform some good deed
For their future good Karma do plant the good seed.

Good Memories A Lifetime

Good memories a lifetime in us does remain
With Pudsy the dog i hunt in Matty Owens bog again
Old Pudsy the sturdy cattle dog of hair dark and brown
One who feared no other dog near Millstreet Town

Pudsy passed from life many decades ago
And time that rusts iron has become my foe
I am ageing far south of Claraghatlea where i lived as a boy
Where my first lessons of Nature i did enjoy

Spring in Claraghatlea was such a nice time of year
The song of the curlew so pleasant to hear
On the grey of the twilight just after sundown
In the rushy boglands just west of Millstreet Town

And with wings and tail above his breeding ground
The territorial male snipe as he flew around
Performed his memorable drumming territorial sort of sound
In the silence under the dark sky that seemed so profound

In Reality i will never hunt with Pudsy again
Or in early Spring hear the breeding frogs croaking in the waterlogged drain
Only good memories of the past today i retain
That until i draw my last breath in me will remain.