In The Bendigo City Botanical Gardens

In the Bendigo City Botanical Gardens for it's beautiful trees of many countries in renown
The roosting fruit bats in their thousands on bare branches hanging upside down
The smell of their muskiness from the higher trees
Comes wafting through the parkland in the freshening breeze
And one or two of them at intervals do fly
For to roost on branch more to their liking nearby
At nightfall from their roosting trees they do fly
Beyond the City through kilometers of sky
In search of fruit bearing trees and return at break of day
To the Botanical Gardens for their daylight stay
The roosting fruit bats in Bendigo's Botanical Gardens only one of Nature's wonders for to see
But of there i carry the memory with me
Of the fruit bats in their thousands roosting upside down
Of dark bodies and gray heads and necks of russet brown.

To Karma We Pay

To karma we pay for the wrongs that we do
Treat others as you would like them to treat you
A positive meaning in live and let live
And in life to receive you must know how to give
One of the sources of poverty is material greed
The wealthy who never think of those in need
The millionaires who only live for me, myself and i
Whilst poverty stricken people every day of malnutrition do die
In a Human World where poor people as ever are not rare
So many are poor for every millionaire
Every man and woman for himself or herself and god for us all
Is only in the words of those who in their thinking are small
But death makes all equal only seems true to say
This is how it is and will always be this way.

Into Good Circumstance

Oh you who were born into good circumstance
In life you are one who has had every chance
Of knowing of material and financial success
You have what it takes most people to impress
The only child of parents each a multi billionaire
Of their Highly profitable businesses they have given to you a one third share
Of how lucky you are you do not seem to realize
And with those doing it tough how could you empathize?
The annual company profits with each passing year grow
Of how tough life can be for some you will never know
You drive around in a brand new mercedes car
Without having to work for it on the social ladder you have climbed far
With so many friends you were born under a lucky star
But you will never know of who your true friends are.

Red Is The Color

People of every color and nationality and creed
Red is the color of our blood when we bleed
The presidents the royals the celebrities and billionaire
With the poorest of the poor one thing in common do share
That their blood it is red in all it is the same
The wealthy and renowned and the strangers to fame
Of every nationality in every town
Of every shade of skin color of black, white and brown
Red is the blood in their veins that does flow
I only say here what everyone does know
The privileged classes the so called highly bred
Like the hungry and homeless their blood it is red
And since death is a thing everyone has to face
There is no such a thing as a superior race.

A Lot Left To Desire

The impressionable masses you may well impress
And in their thinking you are a great success
But majority thinking does not always have it right
Since many into materialism seem lacking on insight
Money does not make anyone more compassionate and kind
Or to helping of others any more inclined
The size of your home your swimming pool, boat or brand new car
Does not tell us of the person that you are
To be one of those known as the well to do
Does not make a better and superior person of you
Than a poor person who does a good deed every day
And to help one worse off go out of their way
The impressionable masses you may well admire
Though in many of them there is a lot left to desire.

They Have To Think

They have to think my heart is made of wood
Those who dismiss my rhyming efforts as no good
To be made to feel unworthy of literary criticism for any writer is not nice
But suppose most things in life on them do have some price

I do meet quite unfeeling people every day
But what we dislike in others we see in ourselves seems true to say
That the pen is mightier than the sword it well may be
Words meant to hurt leave mental scars it seems to me

From life we learn something new every day
This is how it is and will always be this way
I have learned a bit on ten years with three score
And have come to realize that hurtful words can leave a festering mental sore

I am far from a perfect being of this i know
One sadly lacking of the inner glow
But near to perfect people as always in the few
And this is not saying anything that is new

They have to think my heart is made of wood
Those who do dismiss my rhymes as no good
And though i know my rhymes will never bring me wealth or fame
Like all others i too have feelings just the same.

Mt Franklin

From the nearest Towns Guildford and Daylesford more than shouting distance away
Mt Franklin a nice place for a camping holiday
Surrounded by trees on the higher ground
Where the beauty of Nature in all Seasons abound
Home to wallaby, wombat and gray kangaroo
And the big dark brown parrots known as yellow tailed black cockatoo
Their distinctive wee yu calls floating in the breeze
They live on the dark seeds in the pine cones of the monterey pine trees
As a place close to Nature where camping is permissible it is widely known
Mt Franklin it does have a charm of it's own
The soft humming calls of the bronze winged pigeons so pleasant to hear
In a place that to Earthly Utopia does seem very near
On Mt Franklin between Guildford and Daylesford Town
Of Central Victoria a jewel in the crown.