Best Fairbrother Poems

The Cider Gum (Eucalyptus Gunnii)

By 

Kevin L Fairbrother

The full Moon ablaze in the night sky

Beams down on the dead and dying Cider Gums

Their ghostly silhouettes, so white and stark

Now just a reminder of the past

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The Central Plateau, the High Country of Tasmania

Is or was home...

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RESPECT MOTHER NATURE
By Kevin L Fairbrother
Mother Nature has no boundaries, has no rules
We live within her bosom, for she demands respect
She alone has the power whether you live or die
No one can control her, though some have tried

Mother Nature the mother of this Natural world
A...

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A FISHERMANS TALE
By
Kevin L Fairbrother


Blowering Lake in the Snowy’s is the place to be
To catch a Yellowbelly or Silver Perch
Or if you are lucky a Murry Cod or a trout
They all live beneath the cold waters of the lake

I flog the water with spinning rod...

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Making Hay 

by

Kevin Fairbrother

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Gradually winter fades, spring has begun

The ground will warm up, the grass will grow

The winter rains, the spring sunshine, now for summer

This will make the grass grow and grow

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The hot days with storms and rain

The grass is getting longer every day

Time to...

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Angles of Mercy
By
Kevin L Fairbrother

There is not to many of us that can say that the owe their existence on this earth to a Native in a Foreign country, in my case I can say that without the help of the Fuzzy Wuzzy  Angels...

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Big Potato..for limerick contest
By
Kevin L Fairbrother

Old Joe the potato grower
Was beside himself in sorrow
For down at his boots
Was a hole so darn deep
His potato’s now resided in China...

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A place we call Home 

By 

Kevin L Fairbrother 

The cold westerly winds rolls down the hills and across the plains 
The frost on the ground as thick as a man’s hand 
The air drawn in chills the body to the bone 
This is the...

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Upon the Shelf
by
Kevin L Fairbrother


I spied it sitting on the shelf
A pretty shape and so smooth
It set my pulses racing
And my eyes bulged in my head
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I picked it up with gentle touch
And caressed the smooth skin
My fingers explored the bottom
Then ran up to the head
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I...

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A GUMMY FISHERMAN
By
Kevin L Fairbrother
The sheltered bay disguised what was to come
Around the headland we hit it head on
Four to five meter waves and breaking on top
And a wind that was building making lots of spray

A man takes many risks for a crayfish on his...

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The Pebbles (Kunjarra)
By
Kevin L Fairbrother

The Pebbles a sacred site near Tennant Creek
A mass of granite boulders spewed from beneath
Surrounded by wind swept plains of red dirt
A relative of Karlu Karlu/ The Devils Marbles
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A place of eerie dreamtime long time past
Aboriginal women and girls… Hairy Women
Dancing...

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BURNING DAYLIGHT by Kevin L Fairbrother

Burning Daylight what ever does it mean
Could be about your daily routine
Or the hours you work from daylight to dusk
Maybe it means how you use the daylight hours
For your own satisfaction and well-being
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To me it’s about crawling out of bed...

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Time Flies By
By Kevin L Fairbrother

As we grow older, time just seems to fly
We welcome the new day and in no time
Well, we are looking at the night sky
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We forget to do what we had just done
We can’t do what we used to, but try
We...

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I Had A Dream

by

Kevin L Fairbrother



My paid working life as come to a end

Not rich… Not Poor… On a pension

With a lifetime of memories to recall

I am rich in experience that I will pass on

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I had a dream that when I retired

I would work less...

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The Pain of Drought

By

Kevin L Fairbrother



The road trains full of emancipated cattle roar by

Heading south to somewhere that is lush and green

For the big dry out west as tightened it’s grip

As the dry westerly winds lay the paddocks bare

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The cows they roar and moan and...

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Dog Master 

By 

Kevin L Fairbrother 

Fifty dogs all different in size and shape
Impossible to tell the type of breed, mate
All the dogs have a discriptive and unique name
Irene, knows them all, for none are the same
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Only Irene can handle and work this team...

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