Best Paddocks Poems

Feeling the desolation, of smothering air
Hemmed in by crowds; the obliqueness of fear
Throng of the city and no sight of the sun
Incessant noise and the...

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I’ve always been restless since I was a kid,
to settle near drives me insane.
I’ll just throw together the best that I can
what I own and...

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You've visited me after a long time: Remember; once, I was brimming with might? Named babbling brook, revered as a singing deity, how blissful was...

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Society


an illusion, the shimmering mirage in a blistering desert of homogeny
with silicon grains seen only as dunes

mass minded sheep willfully penned in suspiciously safe paddocks
fearful...

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A halo round the fading moon
Sweet mist upon the grass.
The croak of frogs from yon lagoon,
A flight of ducks wing past.
A dingo howls farewell to...

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Each year in August the teams descend, cricket foe morphing quickly to friend,
Bonds are forged on a pitch unique, camped on the banks of Reedybrook...

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Squatter Jack

have you lived awhile in west Queensland,
out in the red soil dust,
where the crows will pick your eyes out and,
bore water is a must,
have...

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Vinny Rogers was a dairy man who milked three hundred cows.
Share farming with his son Bernie who put in the milking hours.
Now Bernie was adventurous;...

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Our Mate Charlie Brummell
Yes mate we went a droving back in nineteen fifty eight, 
The drovers cook was pretty rough, he couldn`t wash a plate....

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Crazy Mick the Irishman, with trademark bike and overcoat,
wheeling his way back into town, classed as a tarnished silly goat.
His hair was long and curly;...

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In the cool of an autumn morning
my father and his friend, 
Jimmy Kerin, would go
mushroom picking in paddocks 
way out past the last suburban fence.
I...

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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...

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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...

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Paint pretty pictures peacefully 
Paddle past ports paddocks – places panoramic 
Peruse prospects pending play 
Plan perceive possible plots 
    ...

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Have you seen dudes feed their dates on straw or hay?
I have! I have been through the States of usa!
A society watched aghast at the...

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