
tidal ebb and flow
all that remains
poems of old
the crimson light
of a newborn day
joie de vivre in
every breath I take
treading footsteps
echo the sound
of silent innuendos
as thoughts fly away
like nectar dripping
invading my senses
where muses play
I’ll write you a verse
and softly whisper
“come play”
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(Picture taken by yours truly at 5am on my daily 8km walk..phewww)
Just a quick update of what’s been happening after the horrendous floods from last week. Many homes are still without power and the truth of the damage is coming to light more and more as the water levels recede. However, the spirit of the Australian people is just unbelievable, this past weekend people came from all over Australia and New Zealand to help with the cleanup… an army of big-hearted volunteers shouldering brooms, mops and shovels began digging and sweeping Brisbane and surroundings out of the mud. In a remarkable display of community love and spirit, so many signed on for duty, ready to just bend their backs to help fellow residents (mates) reclaim their homes and waterlogged possessions from the sludge left behind by the worst floods ever. This brought tears to my eyes … something I will never forget!!!
There are many people who did wonderful heroic and courageous things during and after the floods, but there are many who did things that meant a lot more and might not be recognised. To them we all say thank you!!
This wildlife warrior risked his life to rescue this injured little joey…(I am happy to say this one made it…many did not)
We all are humbled by the love, spirit and courage Queenslanders have for each other in these difficult times…and proud to be one of them!!!!
*Every man has his own courage, and is betrayed because he seeks in himself the courage of other persons.* ~Ralph Waldo Emerson (
http://www.quotegarden.com/
)
MY COUNTRY
I love a sunburnt country,
A land of sweeping plains,
Of ragged mountain ranges,
Of droughts and flooding rains.
I love her far horizons,
I love her jewel-sea,
Her beauty and her terror -
The wide brown land for me!
Core of my heart, my country!
Land of the Rainbow Gold,
For flood and fire and famine,
She pays us back threefold -
Over the thirsty paddocks,
Watch, after many days,
The filmy veil of greenness
That thickens as we gaze.
like a little butterfly
with faded, broken wings
in its armored shell
waiting for the light of day
innocence in time was lost
scattered in the wind of storm
with bleeding hearts we smile
while everything turns to dust
and in the depths a melody
sprinkled on a thousand hills
as time slowly creeks by
©AvdL 2011