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They are in love said the delighted cow.
Different species and body types, so how?
Question from pig with an intelligent mind.
Not sure, but both are sincere, sweet and kind.,
Ram and Goat overlooked the mean naysayers though.
Focused on their mutual admiration, no lie or woe.
Cuddled up together in the barnyard all cozy at night.
Their comradeship was soon in no way a surprising sight.
They are totally I love, the dappled horse agreed.
Two animals who are in no way the same breed.
Their friendship sanctioned by angels and ancestors above.
Afterall, you love who you love who you love who you love.
"We are one, but we are many and from all the lands on earth, we come" Bruce Woodley and Dobe Newton
There's a special kind of feeling,
a pride that's so appealing.
The people passing in the street,
say "G'day" That's the way we greet.
From someone we know, there's a smile.
We'll often stop and talk for a while.
Rarely a hurry, that we cant afford a chat.
This land around me is just like that.
The first to live here were indigenous tribes.
English came to settle as history describes.
Aussies all of us, yet we're from every land.
A comradeship among us, we understand.
You see, the world around me is right here.
There's an honesty about us with little fear.
A richness in this country, not much we lack.
Not near beaches, I live in the outback.
Gum trees grow where my house stands.
Its quite different to all the other lands.
Orange soil and mountain ranges long.
There's a familiar feeling that we all belong.
The scent of eucalypt fills the atmosphere.
Man woman and child all glad we are here.
To be born here is just a bit of luck and fate.
But no matter how we came we'll be right mate.
Some say we are a weird mob the way we joke.
Most of us are ready to help another bloke.
The animals I chance to see here in the bush,
are unique to us when shove comes to push.
Emus and Roos, Koalas, Platypus, Wombats,
Possums and Wallabies and our own Bush Rats.
We act like we are proud of our deadly snakes.
To scare a tourist with a tall tale is all it takes.
A melting pot with all types and colours of skin,
We are all Aussies and everyone seems to fit in.
There's floods and drought and some crime,
but this is the world around me, I'll spend my time.
The rangy longhorns were rounded up and tended to.
Over the Colorado plains a fearsome blizzard blew!
'Twas Christmas Day! The cowpokes paid no mind to the storm,
As they huddled 'round the potbellied stove all snug and warm!
While 'Cooky' stuffed the turkey for their Christmas fare,
Frivolity, fun and comradeship filled the air!
The old bunkhouse was decorated as best they could.
In a corner a tree formed from tumbleweeds stood.
They recalled Christmases past when they were boys,
Sharin' happy family lore and distant Yuletide joys.
One read from Luke the story of Jesus and the manger.
He is their faithful sidekick - to them He is no stranger!
They sang carols accompanied by a harmonica and guitar,
And sipped spicy cider and coffee as black as tar!
With cups of wassail they proposed raucous toasts,
And regaled each other with timely and witty ripostes!
'Cooky' yelled, "Come 'n git it, all's ready 'round the board!"
They doffed their hats for the blessin' and thanked the Lord.
Though the hoi polloi celebrated at the Ritz with gala parties,
That would never do for these range ridin' hearties!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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A Ring a Ring of Uncertainty
A pocket full of Poppies
And love letter good luck charm's
A Spitfire thrust full throttle
War chariot for a single brave owner
History classes will muse about
With only Bravado and comradeship to battle
The skies fall down
Like propeller blades and expunged pilot's
Not kamikaze rather conscripts
Children of the cause
The Spitfire roars
To parental knocks on door's
Saying sorry for your loss
Came not bearing a heroes body fit for a coffin
But a letter and medal to follow
Hollower
Than bullet hole's
On a Spitfire broken frame
Without a Name
Just another German Claim
Heaven bound for Flanders grave
The trampled fight paths of Spitfire exhausted flame ignitions
Burn like fireworks displays on the 5th November
Into countless mothers tears when dinner tables were left uncleared
Knowing her youngest is never returning home
His flight delayed permanently circling on clear day's
So his mother prays
On sober day's
Behind glazed eyes
Spent , her memory's will never relent
Ever more tired
With only the ire of a rusty old coal fire
As consolation ear
Dissolving into fear
If only God could see her
He would give his son to be her
If god be all
Then god be few
There is nothing life can do for her
War has been untrue to her
There is no cure for her
A Tear for Don
I still shed a tear over you, Don,
I wish you were still here, alive.
Remember the day we first met, Don,
A pair of young schoolboys aged five?
Remember how we were like brothers, Don?
The way we were always together.
We seemed to be joined at the hip, Don.
Our bond an unbreakable tether.
I think of our time as Cadets, Don,
Playing at soldiers in green.
And then you did it for real, Don,
At the fresh, youthful age of fifteen.
I didn’t much like all that serge, Don,
The khaki like wire, and sore.
So I chose to wear Navy Blue, Don,
And you laughed when that scratched even more!
You served in many campaigns, Don,
As I, in my Unit, did too.
We understood each other’s thoughts, Don.
Each knew what the other went through.
Then as our later years passed, Don,
Our friendship grew stronger and stronger.
I wish you’d been able to stay, Don,
Been my brother a little bit longer.
I still shed a tear over you, Don,
And although some may see it as strange,
My sadness and heartbreak are true, Don.
Can’t see how those feelings will change.
You’ve reached the Final RV, Don,
But I remain, soldiering on.
I’ll keep your memory safe in my heart,
Till we meet again, my brother Don.
The Celestial NAAFI
Well there sits old Buck like he always did,
Waving his pipe and tilting his lid.
There’s Johnny and Ronny and Shep and old Taffy,
And Soapy still doing his impression of Daffy.
Flapper all quiet at the side with McGraw.
Knocker and Geordie, and old Billy Shore.
And over there’s Banjo, spinning his yarns,
And Bod with his girlfriends, trying to dance.
There’s Baggins and Pusser, Slinger and Freddy,
There’s Millie with Googie – they look like they’re ready.
With Annie and Jo-Jo, it looks like old Hutch
Is making sure he hasn’t lost his light touch.
While Jeffers and Benjy are dealing the cards,
Doc still complains that that the games are too hard.
The faces familiar, the uniforms right,
All fitting perfect, none loose and none tight.
Everyone’s happy and looking their best,
From bulled-up toe-caps to the gongs on their chests.
Back by the bar are the older lads too,
Who went long before, whom none of us knew.
Blue suits and red coats, khaki and green,
All badges and headgear that ever were seen.
Ancient or modern, by sea, land or air,
Be sure of a welcome when it’s time to be there.
Raise a hand and smile, shout a cheery Hello!
To the Celestial NAAFI, where Service Folk go.
Asleep on the bed
your new arms and legs
placed neatly on the chair by your side.
I see your eyes moving rapidly
testifying to the horrors
that are still alive in your head.
How can I tell you
that all that I need came back to me?
I had to find you.
Search the hospitals
and berate the secrecy
that masquerades as comradeship.
That thing that soldiers do.
Why did they hide you from me?
How can I tell you
that all that I need came back to me?
Or, is it that you were hiding?
Your wish not to be found?
Did you think I would not keep
the promises we made each other?
I have you now; you are found
and loved as ever you were.
How can I tell you
that all that I need came back to me?
I cannot imagine your pain
but it shows clearly on your face
I see the anguish; you had plans;
dreams of children yet to be.
What they took from you
does not make you less than a man.
How can I tell you
that all that I need came back to me?
Not Invited
When it’s that time of year for beer and reunion
For high-jinks and thoughts and comradely communion
And having a party to be reunited
There’s one who won’t be there – who wasn’t invited.
I don’t like to dance or to wear fancy dress.
I don’t feel the need to get up and impress.
To watch drunken foolishness makes my blood freeze,
I’m even embarrassed by a loud public sneeze.
I’ve never been trendy or one of the boys,
I’m pretty much deaf when there’s ambient noise.
So when events come that are “Not to Be Missed!”
My name won’t be on the participant list.
Never a guest or a welcome Plus One,
Passed over in favour of someone more fun.
My absence not noted, my presence omitted –
Twas always that way – my face never fitted.
Do I feel jealous when old friendships I see
Renewed over decades, that don’t include me?
Does my heart give a lurch, do I feel rejected -
Old Billy No-mates who’s always neglected?
Well it doesn’t feel great, I can tell you for nowt
When lifelong friends are the friends I’m without.
But there’s no point bemoaning a fate that is set,
Nobody cares if I rue or regret.
If I can’t join in, then the problem’s myself.
Where friends are concerned, mine’s a life on the shelf.
So when there’s a gathering, I won’t get excited.
I guess I won’t be there – I wasn’t invited.
This is for those who complete in the INVICTA games,
I am not in the services, but know few who have served
and have fallen and survived.
I served with a warrior's heart in conflict
Now I compete in these games with spirit
Victory for all who chose now to compete
I honour all our fallen comrades in battle
Choosing to honour them all in one spirit
The greatest victory is fighting in our life
Army, Naval and Airforce we are all same
Gaining the courage to fight my limitation
A challenge that I know i won't face alone
May these games serves as a testament
Ensuring comradeship can bring us peace
Supporting each others is a worthy battle
In this role I have an relationship
In this role also a just close relationship
There’s an attachment, mutual attachment
There’s an association and I want nothing in return for it
In this role we’re a bond
In this role we tie a link there’s union
There’s again I want nothing from you
There’s again a just have an relationship
There’s again is just a close relationship
In this role fellowship comradeship, companionship,
In this role lasting friendships trust may fallout but come right back
There’s an relationship between friends sends a message I always got ya back
• F— Feeling fellowship to my fellow man in whom I love abundantly
• R---Reporting rapport understanding in unity more affinity in harmony
• I--- Intimacy so I’ll have an mutual love for man and mankind
• E---Empathy toward me and others esteem
• N---Natural love sociability solidarity benevolence
• D---Delving declaiming closeness, rapport, unity
In this role and when my wrongs are forgiven you reach out with no strife
Friendship – this is what the role does and how it plays in my life
4/28/18
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