The Poetry Section

Victorian Bush, A Poem by JohnB
, the place of pests
The fleas and flies that cannot rest
There is leaches too or just a few
I think I've got one in my shoe
The snakes are numerous that I have found
I think I see one on the ground
They say there's gold in these rough hills
But as yet my take is few
There is a place where bush rats roam
But it's a place that I call home
Where mountain ash reach for the sky
and crystal waters go rippling by
I take my hat of to just a few
The latte sippers make me spew
Sometimes I groan and whinge and moan
Far from the suburbs I must roam
To be at peace in some far place
Where the air is clear far from the human race
This poem may appeal to just a few
But I don't care much for the well to do
Just a friendly smile and a home cooked meal
That's all I'll ever ask of you.

Well done mate!!
Mick

Great poem John. Cheers Balx

Amen.

Love it great poem

johnb

Strike me Flamin Pink that is spot on..

Cheers
Jim

Warmed my bloody Aussie heart that did, thanks for making my day a little better Mr johnb

Good one JohnB- very well done.

Makes me want to go and pack the river sluice now!
Nice one JonnB,
Cheers Ryan

Thanks for the compliments, all of you
Now I know what I must do!
To write more lines to keep in touch.
I like the Forum very much!

Thinking of my Father.
I've been thinking of my Father
As the time has come to pass
If there wasn't more I could have done
Before he breathed his last.

I recall as he lay there old and ill
Slow breathing and infirmed
How even then as I watched him die
There was a lesson learned.

He taught me how to live and die
He did it without fuss
He taught me so much in between
And did his best for us.

Oh! would that he was here right now
The stories he would tell
On how he talked St Peter in
To saving him from hell.

He often said when his time came
He was rising straight to heaven
"Up in smoke,they're going to cremate me, see
Not buried like some heathen".

So those of you who love your Dad
Don't leave a thing unsaid
Learn all you can from your old man
Too late when he is dead.

Copyright.Ross. L. Langlands.
2017.

:Y: another ripper reefer :Y:

:Y: thanks, RM Outback..Food for thought eh! :| I miss my old Dad...old bugger he was...

Yeah I miss my Dad every day 1927-2004 he was a bugger and taught me well lol. Amazing how many people he knew as most in the transport business. My wife saw one of her local patients a few weeks ago who knew my Dad his brother and my Grandfather. I'm going to catch up for a cuppa and hear a few yarns :Y: looking forward to it.

YEP... I am lucky in many ways...

Leave mid next week to take mine on a road trip... Every one is putting $ on how long we last or if 2 of us come back LOL.

miss both my parents, they died relatively young, but touched the lives of many

Good words mate, I like it a lot !
:Y: 8) :Y:

Dads are great. In spite of what the feminazi brigade think.

diggit said:

Dads are great. In spite of what the feminazi brigade think.

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DADS are great
DADS are needed
feminazi ride a xxxx nahhhh doesn't rhyme ! forget it. ]

Beautiful and so true.
Thanks
Mackka :Y: