Without Trying To Generalize

If you cannot love self you cannot love others that is a fact and facts are true
You give love and love you receive in return what we get from life is our due
What i say here is common knowledge and not anything that is new
Your dog's love is always unconditional though people of that sort are few
To the dangerous dog look no further than it's master since it's master more than likely to it has been cruel
The beatings it has received from it's owner to it's anger towards strangers the fuel
Many may claim i am generalizing and with what i say may not agree
But everyone have their opinion and that is quite okay with me
No doubt we would seem very boring if we all did think in the same way
But on saying that a dangerous dog has an unloving master i do believe in what i say
The dog takes on the master's behaviour and will bite if the opportunity arise
That is the case more often than not without trying to generalize
One ought not to excuse them for their anger because they have drunk too much grog
Many who do seem to lack in self love are known to be cruel to their dog.

Due To The Increase In The Human Population

Due to the increase in the human population it does come as no surprise
That wildlife is becoming rarer yet many fail to realize
That every tree that we do cut down to more extinction does lead
There is far more to Nature far more than in books we do read
You will not find many birds and small animals in a sparsely treed countryside
Such creatures need trees and rank undergrowth from predators in which to hide
The uncalled for destruction of natural habitat is the main cause of wildlife decline
The ignorant one will tell you the fate of the small bird or animal is not any business of mine
Yet due to such an attitude natural habitat we choose to destroy
And in so doing deprive future generations of the pleasure to watch and enjoy
Wildborn creatures in their wild state extinction is forever more
Climate change and habitat destruction putting more pressure on wildlife nowadays than ever before
Removal of hedgerows and trees renders creatures homeless and homeless creatures cannot hope to survive
By our bad environmental practices future generations of enjoyment we deprive.

Lost Innocence

I wish i could have retained my childhood innocence i had lost it long before i reached my prime
It was indeed a thing of inner beauty i have only only grown more cynical with time
As we do age we do garner more knowledge but every thing in life comes at a cost
And from us something beautiful has gone forever that is how it is when our innocence we've lost
In children's eyes the World's a place of wonder what's marvellous to them seems ordinary to you and me
They marvel at what to adults seem quite boring to us they look at things so differently
As we did age we lost our childhood innocence on looking back our young years went too fast
And we lost a special gift a thing of beauty all that remain are memories of the past
The clock ticks on we age with every Season on looking back the years just seemed to fly
Our innocence has gone from us forever and some grow more cynical as time goes by
I wish i could have retained childhood innocence but such a gift with us does not remain
Our expectations of life to children very different our lost innocence we never can regain
I feel nostalgic for my long lost innocence when i hear children laughing at their play
But the past has gone and time keeps ever ticking and only the memories of lost innocence with us stay.

Nora O Donoghue

Nora was a good mother to the Tanyard O Donoghues and to Florry she was a devoted wife
And sad to learn she is no longer with us that she has lost her marvellous gift of life
No more to be seen in the Town of Millstreet near to where she resided for so many years
Where she was one well known and loved by many her passing would have given rise to tears.

As a boy i often saw her in the Town of Millstreet with her shopping bags walking down through Minor Row
She always had a smile for everybody a person everyone did wish to know
The O Donoghue family were built around her to play her role there is none to take her place
Who could forget a warm and friendly person with the glow of kindness on her lovely face.

Millstreet was better for her living in it i only say of her what is her due
She loved her children and she loved her husband and to the higher self she remained true
If everybody could only be like her a better World to live in it would be
Though on in years the loss of a good mother leaves a huge hole in any family.

By Cashman's Hill her remains at rest forever and all is quiet and peaceful where she lay
Of the people I knew as a young man in Millstreet there does not seem too many left today
But in the minds of her friends and her family fond memories of Nora O Donoghue will stay
The mental pictures of her will be living 'tis only the remains go to decay.

For Our Mistakes

For our mistakes in one way or the other we pay
But from life we do learn a little every day
Many good friendships due to money have not been known to last
And such a bond from once severed can become a thing of the past
When in one way we give in another we gain
But for as long as the gift of memory we retain
The facts tell us so and facts never lie
That we never stop learning till the day that we die
The theory of a Universal Karma seems authentic to me
Though with such an assumption many may not agree
The way we treat others in good or bad Karma becomes our due
I only say here what i think to be true
Your ideas on this may be different to mine
But that is your business and that suits me fine.

South Western Victoria

In Kirkstall in the Summer the paddocks are brown
That stretch on to Koroit on to Warrnambool town
But in the rains of Spring everywhere looks so green
In a flat beautiful landscape for miles to be seen
From Woolsthorpe to Hawkesdale the paddocks flat and wide
A sheep, beef and dairy cattle countryside
And further on in Penshurst miles of unploughable ground
Where stones from Kolor's volcanic eruptions visibly abound
The beauty of South West Victoria in it's varying scenery
In every ten miles you travel there is something new to see
Hamilton, MacArthur, Mt Eccles and Port Fairy seem different in every way
I only write of what is common knowledge what others often say
Of Western Victoria from the Volcanic Mountains to the sea
It is a varying landscape as varying as can be.

'Tis Cold Today Back There By Clara Mountain

'Tis cold today back there by Clara Mountain 'tis cold indeed quite cold enough to snow
The deciduous trees of their leaves almost denuded and cold Autumn winds across the old fields blow
The stream from Claramore in brown flood waters through Claraghatlea bank high to join the flooded Cails does flow
And journey on to meet the swollen Finnow in wet fields where the rushes rank do grow.

The swallows from Duhallow have departed in the warmer Southern Country they do fly
To chase the flying insects their only food source all day long in the blue and sunny sky
Whilst in the high fields by old rugged Clara the redwings from the Northlands far away
Are calling in the coldness of the morning the low dark clouds tell of more rain today.

In the farmyard the hungry cattle bellow to tell the farmer they need to be fed
Until the Spring brings new grass to the old fields they will be confined in their wintering shed
In the late Fall the Winter fast approaching 'tis not a very pleasant time of year
The winds of rain soughing in the naked beech trees and birdsong is a thing one does not hear.

'Tis cold today back there by Clara Mountain with few leaves left on the deciduous trees
In weather wet and cold and far from pleasant a forecast high of only five degrees
In Claraghatlea the stream bank high is flowing and water gurgling in the roadside drain
And low dark clouds and wind soughing in the beech trees give warning of impending heavy rain.