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Billycan Creek

When I get tired of the concrete and tar
there’s a place I can go, and not travel far,
that hasn’t been touched by progress at all;
nature stands still beneath gums growing tall.

And in amongst shadows with sprinkled light,
there’s rippling water and birds taking flight,
a sprinkling of colour amongst shades of green,
there’s burrows and scratching where something has been.

So I give you a picture of Billycan Creek
where flora and fauna are all quite unique,
and nothing is spoilt where I sit on a log
with my video camera and terrier dog.

A single stem orchid stands better than stark
with a deep purple flower that closes at dark,
and a coprosma tree with red berries quite sweet
is a pleasure to find with its bounty a treat.

In mistletoe weeping from a host in disguise
I video drifting jezebel butterflies,
and sitellas who cling to an old stringybark,
then high on a limb…the nest of a mudlark.

So I give you a picture of Billycan Creek
where flora and fauna are all quite unique,
and my camera is ready, with eyes like a hawk
where now with my dog on a casual walk. 

Here the undulate water it constantly flows,
diverting ‘round logs and where overhang grows,
a haven’s provided for what could be prey
and in the shallows there’s a freshwater cray.

Some red brow firetails flit down for a drink,
there’s a burrow that’s new with no reason to think,
for a wombat has scratched out a hole and a mound;
but a wombat’s nocturnal who lives underground.

So I give you a picture of Billycan Creek
where flora and fauna are all quite unique,
and I’ve only a second to capture a scene,
so my camera is ready to help me convene.

The scent of boronia hangs heavy and strong,
lances of grass trees are a seed clustered prong,
white ants have covered an old stump with mud,
and Christmas bush bracts are now starting to bud.

On a hazel bush branch a grey fantail sits prone
in a nest made of cobwebs, to a tapering cone,
and a chattering chough tells me that I don’t belong, 
now my camera has died so I can’t say it’s wrong…

So my battery is flat and I’m back at the log
with a film full of nature, and my terrier dog,
and you’ve read my picture of Billycan Creek
where flora and fauna are all quite unique.

©2011 Lindsay Laurie



Copyright © Lindsay Laurie | Year Posted 2015

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Recollections from the golden Cree I

I know of a river of more than average 
Sorts...
Meandering, when not dallying to maunder,
Between many differing contours 
And unruly contorts;
Where a privileged youth once
Happily sought -
Pursuing about his passions
In the traditional methods 
By which his better elders
Did most insist he was thereby taught.
Reinforced throughout with an almost
Religious zeal;
Enabled with spliced cane rod
Completed by ratchet-and-pawl type reel:
Whereon was wound the silken line;
About his slender frame hung
A wicker creel -
Contained therein beer and victuals
For a hearty meal!

Glad all the day long was he 
To present his barbed lure, 
Which, seldom, if ever, came to nought,
Within the purest sporting etiquettes,
That, loaded with conventional insistence,
Were so obligingly fraught;
And without transgression of strictest
Piscatorial code -
Perish the blinking thought!!
Thus, whereby to ensure, his wily quarry
Were gamefully hooked, played,
And lawfully caught.

June lit days skipped like lambs across
Her sheep cropped lawns;
Far distant out of sight Skylarks 
Singing trilly inside blue dusks and above
Thinning strands of wispy-pink dawns.
The whauping Curlew warbled when stalling
In drifting flight;
Burbling pied Oyster-Catchers,
Resplendent in orange gaiters, 
Piping vociferously along corridors 
Of shortest bat-flittering night...

And high up buffeted by the sharp
Breath of the bare escarpment,
Where soon the all-enveloping northern
Snows 
Will cover like an old maids shawl,
The red beaked Chough and 
Double white striped Meadow pipit, 
Fluttering above hidden creases,
Pause to quickly fall...
Into folds of Vested garments:
Imperial purples and rich magentas
Thrown as if discarded upon an 
Emperors mosaic floor;
Lavish carpets of Royal claret
Rolled out across the deeply-brimming 
Horizons of the wine-red moor.

For how well I can still bring to mind 
That lingering warmth
Of temperate Octobers sprinkled haze;
Loitering aimlessly to slowly dissipate 
And idly laze
Beneath the smouldering hills...
Whose majestic heathers torched and
Set alight,
Now unrestrained, so fiercely blazed!
Soon the antlered sounds of pointed bone 
Will clash furiously together, here, on this 
The Rut's inflamed stage;
Whilst over it all -
Muted bellows,  resonating, as enraged 
Rags engage desperately in their deadly 
Brawl!

Following inside the rutted lane,
Busy with the grey flutter of the 
Wheatears wings,
Besides seasonal disrepair 
Often to be found many a fellow
Employed for a variety of thankless sins;
Who, in abject despair, found good reasons 
To ruefully atone...
When patching up the openings of
Inexplicable holes
Fashioned from toppled piles of lichen 
Spotted stone.



Copyright © john fleming | Year Posted 2016




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Love Letter

                               
                             LOVE LETTER by James Edward Lee Sr.

C-My name is Meow and I am a calico cat now
C-And I am not ashamed to say I'm in love with a dog wow!
C-Covered in maimed I shall rise
C-This handsome pooch comes over licks me on my face and eyes

D-My name is Bow Wow and I'm a golden receiver, yeah I'm fine
D-And I'm not ashamed to show and tell the world I luv you
C-I'm a feline and I am also glad to announce that too are mine
D-Come on here little kitty, let me share my shoe wit ya, ma Boo!

D-I'm writing you this love letter
D-With my pen in paw I'm sayN I love my kitten
D-We shall hang out on the couch
D-I may even for you catch you a mouse

D-I will not be "ruff" with you 
D-I'll share bouncing balls and twine and strings
D-You're the cat's meow, my darling
C-And Bow Wow you too are my boo

D-I love you so Meow
D-Your my Calico kitten
C-I love more Bow Wow
C-Your my dog chowder
D-Love you more than Blue Diamond or Purina

D-I will not be "ruff" with you 
D-I'll share bouncing balls and twine and strings
C-You're the cat's meow, my darling
C-And Bow Wow you too are my boo

C-Purrr, purr, and your not barking up the wrong tree
C-I am truly in love with you
D-Come on over so we can chase
D-So when we're done we can embrace

D-I'm writing you this love letter
D-With my pen in paw I'm sayN I love my kitten
D-We shall hang out on the chough
D-I may even for you catch you a mouse

C-This is our story let me relinquish
C-I will give you a lick
C-(this is how we kiss)
D-Catch me if you can betcha can't catch me
C-When I climb this tree
D-Come here kitten
D-Read my love letter

                                     Vocal written letter
                                        C-Cat
                                        D-Dog
11/05/17

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Copyright © James Edward Lee Sr. | Year Posted 2017