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The Australian Seasons

Blessed are the Seasons that come and go
Summer days of rapture on hot burning sand
Blessed is Mother Nature as passions flow
Warmed by the sun pulsating savage land


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Nature's Single Dad - The Australian Emu 2 THE DAYS CONTINUE

NATURE’S SINGLE DADS:
THE AUSTRALIAN EMU

The next sixteen months:

CRR-ACK ~ “That’s loud,” he exclaims getting up on his legs, so knobbly and thin.
He looks down to the ground, 
where he first heard the sound,     
and says, “Now it’s your turn to begin.”

Hours go by, as each little chick tries to break free of its protective cover.
They all work their way, 
throughout the long day, 
then all greet their father-come-mother.

For his new family he breaks the last shell. To his fluffy striped chicks, he’s their mother.
As they grow older under Dad’s shoulder 
he will nurture, each sister and brother.

In time, they will leave his home on the dance floor; a single dad, with chicks he will roam.
With high steps he will prance. 
They will learn every dance 
for survival, before he goes home.

With the changing seasons, Emund finds reasons to leave his young chicks on their own
Others join with his brood 
now there’s plenty of food,
Emund turns and again, he’s alone.

Not taking the chance of being late for the dance Emund picks up his speed on the track.
They won’t meet at his gate 
if he gets home too late 
to dance to the rhythms of the outback.

The Australian Emu; one of Natures' Single Dads worthy of a mention for the survival of the species in the extremes of the outback.




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AN AUSTRALIAN SPRING

Through this happy season, when everything is green and blue,
we won't see snow-capped hills, or mountains,
only brooks and rivers bubbling in sun rays;
lay down on their bends and hear their music as children do!

An Australian spring is unique and beautiful, everybody
is welcome to join us in song;
bring your flute, guitar and drum...
make music in jovial air while it harmonizes with serenity!


Through these four short months,
feel lively and observe the eager butterflies kiss wildflowers, 
but an occasional rain may fall from the vagrant clouds...
see its gentle raindrops delight open eyes!


An Australian spring is unique and beautiful,
especially in the wilderness and countryside; 
down here, isn't spring unforgettable?
Let's run faster than kangaroos that seem to glide!


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Quadruple Limerick-THE AUSTRALIAN DINGO

I raised an Australian dingo,
no name came to mind but Ringo;
he jumped on me,
ripped my clothes daily...
it costed me plenty of money!

Only once I left him alone;
good grief... my furniture was torn!
Oh, should I be mad...
or be kind instead?
I'll sleep over it for tonight!

All Ringo did was run, bark and howl,
mistaking a small cat for an owl;
They took him away
to the zoo today;
he'll whimper form his cage, not rest!

I'll take him back, lest he behaves;
his lesson he'll learn:  good manners!
Now, Ringo just stares
to earn forgiveness...
it's fun to play with him and laugh!


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Nature's Single Dads - The Australian Emu

Nature’s Single Dad:
The Australian Emu : The first 55 days

Emund is busy preparing his dance-floor for partners who’ll put him to the test. 
His pedigree line has proven with time 
that it is now his turn, to be best.
He hears them emerge from the bush as they gather in answer to nature’s call.
They dance, and then go away, they know they cannot stay; 
there is not enough food for them all. 

They dip and they weave as they mingle together knowing that each has a chance 
With his reputation, there is no hesitation; 
he is ready to join in the dance.
‘Bonk! Bonk,’ comes the sound of another arrival, ‘It’s Emulena!’ he says with a grin. 
Others move to the side as he leaves them mid-stride 
to greet this dancer as she flounces in.

With sensuous, rhythmic movement of hips she fluffs up her boa, it bounces in time. 
He matches her mood. His movements are smooth 
as they twist and twirl in their dancing mime.
He does not fuss about who takes the lead, he follows and their dance now is ending. 
With steps that are light he glides to the right, 	
he meets her, bows deeply, head bending.
 	
Emulena says, “Sorry, we cannot stay longer, we all must find paddocks anew.
It matters not whether we all stay together,
we trust you to know what to do.”
As she speaks, they deposit their gifts, and he hears, as in chorus they say,
“We know you’ll do magically, what you do naturally 
to deliver these in your own way.”

After completing her task, Emulena stands tall and she fluffs up her feathers once more.
They follow her lead in twos, and in threes, 
and promenade across the dance floor.
Left all alone, he goes back to his duties and looks closely at each pale green shell.
He checks all for defects. He sees they are perfect, 
so with care he covers every one well.

He sticks to his task for fifty-five days in sunshine, strong winds and some showers.
He values each treasure and tends them with pleasure 
as he, turns each egg every three hours.
Through his long lashes he sees danger coming. He drops his neck down like a log.
Feathers flying on high and red fur prowls near-by; 
he needs to fool both bird and dog.

The shells have now turned a dark bluey green, there’s an infertile egg in the batch. 
This egg will be food for his hungry brood; 
but he won’t eat or drink, ‘til they hatch.
Each day he looks up, and turns his head to the sun as it rises each morning.
He’ll sit day and night until the time’s right.
He knows, that time comes without warning.

to be continued...


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MEMORIES OF AN AUSTRALIAN CHILDHOOD

From England's dark blackout
We came to these shores
I and my siblings
In refuge from war.
How enchanted we were
With all we saw.

First Sydney's fine harbour
And her bridge of one span
Then the azure blue sea
The long beaches of sand
The beautiful city lit up at night
To our youthful eyes a wondrous sight.

The Aussie soldier in his famous slouch hat
The long train journey to the far outback
The Cockies screech the Kookaburra's cackle
New sights and sounds for my brain to tackle.
The grazing sheep the fields of wheat
The fun of the master the blistering heat
The long hot summers with respite at the sea
Where we swam and surfed in unspoilt glee.

School days were spent in city or mountain retreat
Strict was the discipline our uniforms neat.
Happy the friendships spacious the grounds
Nuns telling rosary beads flitting around.
With firmness and patience they taught us well
Recreation was announced by the tolling bell.

Oh the joy when the holidays came
What fun we had on the old school train.
It trundled along past wilga and gum
Past meandering creeks and billabongs
Past Emus grazing and Roos hopping along
Through wide open spaces rich in bird song.

At the graceful homestead with veranda surround
Stood the welcoming grandmother so recently found.
With parents far off she gave care and love
How proud we were of her pioneer blood.
She cooked and scrubbed and chopped the wood
She could do everything she really could.

But tragedy stuck
With her soldier son killed.
She grieved and withered and lost her will.
No longer in her life
Would he take part
Months later she died of a broken heart.

There came a time when with many tears
I bade farewell to this life so dear.
I had no choice I had to go.
The years passed on
I missed it all so.

This time when I came
I touched down by plane.
New visions flood my startled brain
Australia I find is absorbed in change
it makes me feel so very strange.

The laid back Aussie with his old world charm
A computer wiz now and amazingly calm.
The coastline is cluttered highrises abound
The noise of the traffic an ugly sound.
But the song of the Bellbird is still a wonder
It soothes my senses as I ponder.

For no land on earth has so much to offer.
So I’ll settle here I will not hover.
Perhaps the maternal ancestors smile from above.
For at last I'm here In the land they loved.
And I'll spend the twilight of my years
In this country I've always held so dear.


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The Australian Outback

Three men seeking to stake their claim
Rode off into the Australian outback
Not experienced with the torrential rains
Only two men came riding back

In a land that is parched by the Southern sun
New prospectors feel only heat's pain
Their first year in this unforgiving land
They do not expect the rain

Rivers run dry for most of the year
You can't even tell where they be
But if from flash floods you don't stay clear
A rush of water will be the last thing you see

Three men seeking to stake their claim
Rode off into the Australian outback
They were not prepared when the flash floods came
Only two men came riding back


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Khia's Sonnet (Australian sonnet)

As piercing shadows lay across the sand,
there, in a single beam of silver light,
I saw her dance and marvelled at the sight
from where I stood behind the old bandstand.

The most beautiful girl I've ever seen
she is my dream could I but take a chance
to hold her tight and find the wild romance
instead of grasping odes of might have been.

To run my fingers through her silken hair 
mayhaps to share a kiss or talk of things
all through the night until the sunrise sings
but 'what if' never got me any where.

My chance of love I have to take and soon
as lady dances neath the wild moon.


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Snow Moon (Australian sonnet)

She shimmers silver between thickened clouds
in February winter's wind, portent
She tells of snow before the season's end,
whilst Pagan voices sing out loud and proud. 
The circle cast to manifest our rite
O Mother moon in this our sacred space
pray lend your power in your wise embrace
O Cerridwen, the goddess of the night
The moon in fullness shrouded in a mist
as crystal flakes begin to flutter down
and once more Earth will wear her winter's gown
as moonbows form where Lord and Lady kissed.
In winter's silver light, her words are clear 
there is so much work still to be done here.


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The Australian Swagman

        
         The  Australian  Swagman 
                                                                                         

     Justin was a Swagman 
     Not by chance but circumstance                                                                          
     A product of his time 
     He carried his life upon his back
     And never asked for more
     Than a chance to earn a meal or two 
     In payment for a chore
     He had no need for guidance
     For he knew the road ahead
     Just a nice quite Billabong                       
     And a place to rest his head               
     The little fire was home
     With the billy on the boil
     As night fell on that Billabong
     He found the peace that he was seeking
     Now he’s gone down that long dusty road
     And we are poorer for the loss of such as he 
     As another legend passes into obscurity


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