Time To The Boggeraghs

 Long before the first people to  the Land now known as Ireland came

And long before Duhallow and Sliabh Luachra were given a name

The ranges now known as the Boggeraghs that affords climbers of views far and wide

Stood as they do today above the green countryside

Today they inspire to write of them the writers of song, story and rhyme

The pre historic mountains that are so old in time

Long before the arrival of the dinosaurs they were very old

And their true history of in writing will never be told

Above the slopes of the Boggeraghs in early to late July

The skylarks do sing in the Summer sky

The tiny blue fruits of the heather the whortleberries are ripe for to eat

In the taste buds of the mouth a delicious treat

And though the Seasons may come and the Seasons may go

Time to the Boggeraghs is never a foe.

Changes Keep Happening

 Changes keep happening and time ticks on fast

And despite great human achievements many lessons not yet learned from the past

That many human beings ignore ancestral mistakes happens to be so

And few lessons learned from the war that was supposed to end all wars a century ago

That we have not learned from the horrors and tragedies of war does seem sad to say

War and war heroes are honoured by the patriots of today

Why do we wish upon those we do not know death, injury or ill

When Moses fifth commandment states thou shalt not kill?

In war men are honoured for taking of human life

But there can be no love or peace or harmony where violence is rife

It is out of worship of long dead war heroes young war heroes are made

Old patriots create them in every street war parade

Heroes of the war that was suppoed to end all wars by young people revered to day

And this is a sad thing for to have to say.

Koroit's Koala Woman

 Koroit's Koala Woman Tracy Wilson by name

She is one who deserves a far greater fame

For her work with injured and sick wildlife that she performs every day

With the help of kind volunteers and without money for pay

It is mostly sick and injured koalas that she helps to get well

Many injured in fires and by falling trees when loggers are doing their tree fell

For her future good karma she sows the good seed

Of far more people like she is the Human World of is in need

All of her spare time in caring for sick and injured wildlife she does devote

Yet she is not seen as one who is worthy of note

Of wildlife especially sick and injured koalas for she does care

Humanity needs more people like her who of the needs of wild creatures are aware

Koroit's Koala Woman and the volunteers who help her every day

Just for the love of Nature's creatures great people of them one can say.

We Live In The Now

 We live in the now and the future ahead

And only memories of what was in us is not dead

And wherever we travel to our past with us go

Until time that ages everyone becomes our foe

Our future is unknown to us as most would agree

And we only have memories of the what used to be

Three score years and ten the average human lifetime span

And a few years more for a woman than it is for a man

A fact of our existence and fact never lie

Is us humans are born as mortals and all mortals do die

At the stroke of nidnight the past will be today

And that we can only live in the now only true for to say

Each day of our existence one nearer to our last

And time on our lives ever keeps ticking fast.

Mental Poverty

 A rather wise ageing woman once said to me

There is such a thing as mental poverty

You are poor in your thoughts if you believe you are doing it tough

Though materially and financially to live you have more than enough

There are some wealthy people in every town

Who in their thinking are financially down

They have convinced themselves they are poor and this they are mentally

And of their poverty thinking they will never be free

Suppose humanity is comprised of every kind

Their sort of poverty is poverty of mind

Though they will never be homeless or go without a meal

Their poverty to them is so very real

So much wisdom in what the ageing woman did say

Though financially wealthy those mentally who believe they are poor are poor in their own way.

An Ordinary Man

 A man who does love his  children and his wife

And who works hard for his pay and lives a moral life

Of those admired by many he is not a fan

Yet he is looked on as an ordinary man

He is one who wish on others only good

And if he could help you he most certainly would

He minds his own business and does his own thing

Yet his praises few ever bother to sing

In his words he never puts anyone down

Yet he is not a hero on his side of the town

For his future good Karma he sows the good seed

And of more of his sort the Human World is in need

But as one of the unsung he will live out his life span

The likeable down to earth hard working ordinary man.

Some Of Nature's Creatures Of The Night

 On a nearby tree in the calm of the night

A boobook owl is calling in the moonlight

The small bird wakes from sleep and flies off in fear

Spooked from her bush when the voice of the night hunter she does hear

A boobook killed two of her offspring last year

And she takes to flight with one of their sort to her near

A male brush tail possum on a gum tree

His hoarse cry a strong clue to his identity

Is calling for to proclaim his territory

His sort too have their borders which they defend vigorously

Out there in the paddocks hunting for prey

The wild cry of a fox one seldom seen or heard by day

The voices of some of Nature's nocturnal creatures of the night

That are very seldom heard in the daylight.