Long Gullies Poems

“Éagmais croí a dhíscaoileadh ar gach eagla.
Faoi dhíon taobh istigh de na blianta seo.
Fanacht i bhfianaise, a dhíscaoileadh ar gach eagla.
Ós rud é go ndearnadh tú a chaitheamh.
Briseadh an tost seo”



"An Bee Cailleach"


She lives to...

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The True Story

A Poem of the time, when as a 16 year old young fellow, and fresh from Blighty I spent 7 years as a Ringer in North Queensland, Australia. A Ringer is the Queensland...

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Land Is A Loom
I sailed the fiord like inlets between Powell River and Drury Inlet.
The land itself  spoke from mountains, torents, islet
From bird song and bear splashing fishers
From rutting moose and cougars sharp incisors.
The...

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Along the road called forestry, the silver ash weeps over me
as I meander 'round the dell and glade.
Pass scars of sand pits long disused, where gullies, washes speak ‘abused!’
Reclamation offers now a new facade.

Need for...

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Brumby.

A strong gale cuts its path across the snow laden mountain tops,
light and tough the timor, thoroughbred mix, leads his mob at a trot.
A day spend grazing the valley below they now ascend the range...

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I can not help but wonder
When God created the earth
How did He think of all the things
It takes to make it work

I know God is God
And He knows all things
But the things I've been a...

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A cruel Jack Frost blows icy floss
(in front of spring a’ burstin’)
while shiftin’ sheaves of withered leaves
near freezin’ streams a’ thirstin’.
A pack reviled runs roamin’ wild,
the alpha wolf wakes howlin’
then scents a lean and lonesome...

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Seth S. Gidley

1832-1916

I will never forget the rain that winter,
And the landslide that still stains my grave.
An evil cursed wind it was, 
Lacerating the drenched cliffs 
And descending gullies of Rubio Canyon,
With wailing sheets of...

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THE EYE of I

What is life? What is love?
The eye of I took it in…
The material rolling sweeps highs and lows--valleys cuts, grooves, gullies and gorges eye engorge crevices of porphyry
heat flies from the ravines
places...

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I was a girl of only 5 years when I looked across the desert and saw a cloud of smoke covering the skies off in the distance.  I remember being afraid that my grandmother...

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Out west, near Black Hills, over South Dakota way,
On land where layered rocks records eons before –
Some thieves rode the badlands that hot steamy day.

Rough riding rustlers raided a ranch; stole a boar.
Those thieves took,...

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I heard a loud rattling on the roof,
I thought it was the dog playing with my shoes
the rattling gets louder and louder so I went to
inquire but it was the rain pouring down
and a ferocious...

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Just before the ridge there sat a wooden bridge
And it's planks had been in place a year or two.
In the grass almost forgotten was a log which had gone rotten
And was hollow end to end...

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Weeks of hot days endlessly parading across the desert
Lulled me into a coma believing the weather would stay that way forever
Mid afternoon I stepped outside to go to the post office
Something was different
Thunder boomed and...

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There is a strange movement swirling around in the sky, bringing down showers of rain, soaking the dry thirsty earth, leaving puddles and pools on the surface of the ground, filling up rivers and streams...

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The winter winds moan among those forlorn monuments to death,
Marking the spots where brave men fell gasping their last breath.
Upon bleak Calhoun Hill where Seventh Cavalrymen gave their all,
Now lie 225 souls in hallowed graves...

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Dusty


He meets with elusive witches
Spanning deep gullies and ditches
Cracked faces to suture stitches-

The whimpering teething child
With body seething hot and wild
Soon he sleeps with pain mild.

With ease he digs out sore tooth
That fouls the wretch’s...

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An autumn night.  
How wondrous is its tranquil stillness,  
The night breeze gently caresses my face.  
Sheep is chew, camels cry, dogs bark,  
All revealing the village’s lively pace.  

Stars...

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They were straight of limb as the bullets flew
Made up of true blues and fair dinkums too
When they landed on that bloody April day
They were told to push inland to ensure the stay

The fighting was...

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Ahoy! Lips muzzling down the drain
Minds trying to digest
The four stomachs try to churn the chime
As everything fills up
Filled with the scent of your lies

I vow to you and you alone
That I will give my...

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I am an African
She asked me what Africa was all about
I told her that there were cornfields
As far as the eye could see
There were rivers and gullies
Wild fruit growing on trees everywhere
People going about their...

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To Be Ancient

It is good to be ancient, 
As with a vintage of the eternal red, 
Sealed for the duration with an aged English cork.
Now youthful impulses hold no sway in the empty offing.
I recall...

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My quest to walk across the nation,
like vaunted pioneers of old,
started in Maine six months ago,
post vlogs of my progress for folks.

I am deep in Wyoming now,
and I’m on my third pair of shoes,
brown grass...

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A HAUNTED FISHER

	A hawk - sighted and decided young fisher;
          Traps skillfully, fishes for his wisher;
	Waving and sliding water - hills over;
	With howls of 'hurray', grows...

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The texts were horrible, vile, and mean.
They were from the kind of person none of us had ever seen.
They were graphic, and horrible, a picture came that was crude.
We all could guess who sent photos...

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