Aussie Farmers

I live in the outback, because I love the land,

I raise cattle and sheep, feeding often with my own hand.

I grow wheat, canola and cotton,

I work from dawn to day’s bottom.

I think nothing of hard work,

This is not what I shirk.

I live for the cattle,

 And I’ll die in the saddle.

Of late things are rough,

The ground is so tough,

No rain have we seen,

Years now it has been.

I need you my friend,

I am struggling with the bend.

Dark thoughts chase me,

Without your help they’ll place me,

Six feet under and more grief than can be numbered await me.

In Memory of Chris

This past week a man I knew passed away suddenly. I suppose I am now at an age when this will happen more often. This is for his family, especially his lovely wife Rowena.

IN MEMORY OF CHRIS

You gave Rowena a new home in a new land,

New chances, new friends,

And best of all your children.

We thank you for your love,

We will miss all that you were,

Yet we are eternally grateful,

That you chose to know the One,

Who kept your family in His love.

Until we all meet again,

Enjoy your time with Him.

Brother Mine

This is a poem I wrote for my Aunty Daph on the death of her brother Teddy:

Brother Mine,

You lived life well,

All who know you,

Have tales to tell.

 

You enriched my life,

All you were is treasure to me,

My memories are full,

Better than any camera, they are you see. 

Today I mourn my loss of you,

In quiet solitude.

We are children again,

Thank you brother, goodbye dear one,

Until we meet and then... 

Through fields we will run free of old age,

Laughing, smiling hand in hand,

As young as my memories are now of you.