Long Dray Poems

My darling sweet sweet  love Pete
its been over three long months seems like eternity now since you departed and my world stopped
And my sun became cold
 
I miss you more with each breath and...

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In Dickensian time 
Upon sunset hour
Overshadowing Thames
Is London Tower
Blackened cobble streets
Shimmer in the rain
Big Ben at Westminster
Chimes an eight bells refrain

At Euston Station
A passenger alights
On Platform 3
And enters the caff
for a nice cup of tea

At...

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Where the forest is still virgin and the lyrebirds often call,
the bronze-wing comes to drink, and the ferns are growing tall, 
there are deer prints in the mud, and there’s leeches seeking prey…
this little creek...

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There are no records of the man who raised this grand hotel.
But there are many stories of the folks who new it well.
Thank God for the patient horses at the hitching rail
who carried home their...

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"Andrea, with the accent on the dray",
she coyly introduced herself to me.
Exotic, dazzling beauty; to this day
her face still lingers in my memory.

My life till then seemed vaguely out of tune,
now, dulcet melodies played in...

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There stands my family’s horse-barn,
old logs, chinking, and rustic charm,
here out west it’s too dray to farm,
and mountain winds do small plants harm.

A ranch is what it’s always been,
since days of pioneering men,
this barn was...

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Cap’n Thunderbolt

The moon stood out 
Any traps about  
Cap’n Thunderbolt did ask
He was on the road again 
Brown snake for break-in-fast

The Drover said they went way north 
Blacktracker with em eh
Following your week old...

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The final day done and now my Liberty Bell
No more work retirement is now for me
Others come to shake my hand to say farewell
Oh now work has just become history
I can now put my feet...

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No hearts and flowers for me on Valentine's Day,
so Cupid, don't take aim with your arrows.
My heart will not allow love to sweep me away.

For past passion there was a profuse price to pay.
I was...

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THE FAIR ELAINE
 
My mother had an uncle, Hayes,
Who loved the banker's child
Hayes was just a dray man
It made the banker wild

When Hayes proposed to fair Elaine
He asked for her sweet hand
Her father said that...

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Cattle trucks drive highways now
where drovers once held sway
Heavy rigs of chrome and steel
replaced the horse and dray

Gravel tracks of rich red earth
that rambled near and far
Have disappeared forever
‘neath miles of hot black tar

The billabong...

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There once was a farmer called Mr Brown
Who with his duck in tow went off to town
The duck panicked and quacked all the way
The farmer had his fill and left the duck in the dray
Then...

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I’m a titch like a detritivous dust-mite,
Yet taller than a boiler-hauled trawler.
Little like the winter mice’ whittling bites,
Brained bigger than a floor-fallen brawler.

I have stories smaller than memoried whales,
More shallow than trills of the trenches...

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Down in the meadow, bees are buzzing away
cows laze about, after feeding all day
Wildflowers attract butterflies, in pastel arrays
lapping up nectar, in the warm sunny rays 

Down in the meadow, lambs frolic and play
ladybirds climb...

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They all came by our house each day,
The milkman with his horse and dray. 
two tinfoil topped bottles on the step he lay.

They all came by our house each day,
The postman with his heavy load...

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The Builders

A team of architects blew a big hole 
on a mountainside and built a housing block
of 14 floors tall. 
The country had a northerly wind often called 
Stalin´s revenge, it even made summertime chilly.
The...

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Natures dirty washing hangs the
sullen skies, drab grey clouds a
weeping, mournful before the eyes.

From water to ice to crystal flakes 
of white, down wards softly drift,
to spread a carpet bright.

Deep below the blanket spring and
summer...

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Another year has passed away
I saw the coffin passing by
It seemed like only yesterday
Another year had passed away
So many flowers on the dray
No sooner are we born we die
Another year has passed away
I saw the...

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Winter babies are carried
in small wombs over stark ground,
they have eyes and mouths by now,
almost human paws.

The snuffle of small rodents
awakens more of the yet unborn,
they watch the world come to them,
blind whiskers uncurling.

Not all...

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Have you looked at the purple house down by the bay?
It is the one with green shutters, a shabby gray.
A terrific value, says that realtor, Mrs. Dray.
She would know and she always has her say.

Okay,...

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rainbow birds, you take my breath away
I see you cuddling there so pretty and gay
wondering if anyone else sees you today
or if you were put there by my angel Dray?

rainbow birds, you make me smile.
the...

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