Here’s my story… I grew up with an RFS dad, living in bush, with one road in and out from our house.I had Christmases wondering if dad would come home alive. Felt like EVERY Christmas in my childish memory.It felt like things were on hold over summer but I don’t remember worrying about the presentsContinue reading “An Australian Bushfirey”
#slampoetry It’s Christmas time, a good sign, but today, not all is fine There’s Armageddon We look to Heaven But drought rages on, fire and storm become the norm. It’s Christmas time, the bells they chime, we all drink wine But there are homeless Those who hope less At this time of spending, over-extending, feasting,Continue reading “It’s Christmas time”
Fires they are a burning, churning, disconcerting,
Mother Nature’s fury learning, earning the respect.
Respect the big and little, one’s age-twelve, do not bear
When they light a fire, bring in ire, make things dire,
Bringing lost love close to the wire…
Well, neither did I till I went to the Woodstock Memorial Show. It’s LOADS of fun, really, something you’d never see unless you went to a country show. You’ll find yourself cheering and holding your breath as if it were a neck and neck Holden-Ford Grand Prix. You must do it.
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