Biggus
07-13-2011, 06:28 AM
SUCCUMBING
Though a cool day
The spring sunshine,
Was hot through the glass
And combined with the wine
And an excellent lunch
It wouldn’t be long methinks
Before I slowly succumbed
To the long blinks
THE RIVER WATERS
The river waters
Take their time
Slowly meandering
Through fragrant meadows
Copse and wood
Rural idylls all
Where time stands still.
Swans use a quiet ait
As an islet sanctuary
But the quiet waters
Though slow of purpose
Have no time to dwell
And are reluctantly
Bound for the sea
PERVADING SCENTS
Drifting on the breeze
Pervading scents of nature
Tell the summer tale
WHEN LIGHTNING STRIKES
When lightning strikes
And thunderclaps, feel Mother
Nature’s angry wrath
WETLANDS
Each year migrating pairs
Return to the wetlands to breed
To join the resident inhabitants
Who have never felt the need
Frantically honking Geese
Ducks and Swans of assorted breeds
Nesting Wildfowl of every kind
Using the seclusion of the reeds
And in the rich wetlands
The multitude can readily feed
THE AIR IS COOLER
The air is cooler
Just below the tree line
In the foothills of the mountain
Peace and quiet reigns
In the shade of the pines
And the freshness
Of the evening breeze
But for the bird song
UNDER MACKEREL SKIES
Trawler men, leave
The safety of port,
Putting out to sea
Under Mackerel skies
And on foaming oceans
Drag their nets
And hope that God
See’s them safe to port
LONELY EYOT
On the lonely eyot
The world hastens by
As the rain fed torrent
Rushes headlong
Towards the sea
And the inhabitants
Of the quiet river haven
In nest and burrow
Fear their island homes
Will be washed away
WOODLAND COURTING
Birds are singing high up in the sycamore
Squirrels busy themselves in the chestnut.
Trees sway in the breeze
Limbs out stretched towards the sun
As in the dampled sunlight,
We walk hand in hand below
Slowly wandering the wood
Through shadows and the sunshine
The humming wings of insects
Our only company
In the shade the spiders silk spun web
Awaits its unsuspecting pray
While I am caught in a different web
On a perfect afternoon
That I wish will last forever
GOD’S COUNTRY
The breeze on my face was still warm
Though the sun was setting
With the horizon a kaleidoscope of colour,
There would be more rain before morning.
And the thunder would return.
The grass was still wet underfoot
And the air was heavy with that earthy
Just rained on fragrance
Overhead through the leafy canopy
Was the quiet whispering of the breeze
Followed by a hail of displaced raindrops
And I smiled to myself and thanked God
That I should live in such a place
SIMPLE PLEASURES
One of my greatest pleasures is a well-kept garden
Whether a cottage garden with its simplicity
Or paths and planting laid out with symmetry
Or the parterre with its ornamental formality
BLACK SHROUD
The black shroud of night
Falls across the land
Like a black velvet cloak
Dropped by an unseen hand
DRIFTING BY THE LAKE
The sun glinted on the distant
Snow capped mountains
As I stood by the lake
With the mist still lingering on the water
A trout broke the surface
A few yards away
And drew me back
QUILPIE
Quilpie, western Queensland
Is in the Channel Country
Sitting on the banks of the Bulloo River
Way up along the Diamantina
In the land of the boulder opal
Though a cool day
The spring sunshine,
Was hot through the glass
And combined with the wine
And an excellent lunch
It wouldn’t be long methinks
Before I slowly succumbed
To the long blinks
THE RIVER WATERS
The river waters
Take their time
Slowly meandering
Through fragrant meadows
Copse and wood
Rural idylls all
Where time stands still.
Swans use a quiet ait
As an islet sanctuary
But the quiet waters
Though slow of purpose
Have no time to dwell
And are reluctantly
Bound for the sea
PERVADING SCENTS
Drifting on the breeze
Pervading scents of nature
Tell the summer tale
WHEN LIGHTNING STRIKES
When lightning strikes
And thunderclaps, feel Mother
Nature’s angry wrath
WETLANDS
Each year migrating pairs
Return to the wetlands to breed
To join the resident inhabitants
Who have never felt the need
Frantically honking Geese
Ducks and Swans of assorted breeds
Nesting Wildfowl of every kind
Using the seclusion of the reeds
And in the rich wetlands
The multitude can readily feed
THE AIR IS COOLER
The air is cooler
Just below the tree line
In the foothills of the mountain
Peace and quiet reigns
In the shade of the pines
And the freshness
Of the evening breeze
But for the bird song
UNDER MACKEREL SKIES
Trawler men, leave
The safety of port,
Putting out to sea
Under Mackerel skies
And on foaming oceans
Drag their nets
And hope that God
See’s them safe to port
LONELY EYOT
On the lonely eyot
The world hastens by
As the rain fed torrent
Rushes headlong
Towards the sea
And the inhabitants
Of the quiet river haven
In nest and burrow
Fear their island homes
Will be washed away
WOODLAND COURTING
Birds are singing high up in the sycamore
Squirrels busy themselves in the chestnut.
Trees sway in the breeze
Limbs out stretched towards the sun
As in the dampled sunlight,
We walk hand in hand below
Slowly wandering the wood
Through shadows and the sunshine
The humming wings of insects
Our only company
In the shade the spiders silk spun web
Awaits its unsuspecting pray
While I am caught in a different web
On a perfect afternoon
That I wish will last forever
GOD’S COUNTRY
The breeze on my face was still warm
Though the sun was setting
With the horizon a kaleidoscope of colour,
There would be more rain before morning.
And the thunder would return.
The grass was still wet underfoot
And the air was heavy with that earthy
Just rained on fragrance
Overhead through the leafy canopy
Was the quiet whispering of the breeze
Followed by a hail of displaced raindrops
And I smiled to myself and thanked God
That I should live in such a place
SIMPLE PLEASURES
One of my greatest pleasures is a well-kept garden
Whether a cottage garden with its simplicity
Or paths and planting laid out with symmetry
Or the parterre with its ornamental formality
BLACK SHROUD
The black shroud of night
Falls across the land
Like a black velvet cloak
Dropped by an unseen hand
DRIFTING BY THE LAKE
The sun glinted on the distant
Snow capped mountains
As I stood by the lake
With the mist still lingering on the water
A trout broke the surface
A few yards away
And drew me back
QUILPIE
Quilpie, western Queensland
Is in the Channel Country
Sitting on the banks of the Bulloo River
Way up along the Diamantina
In the land of the boulder opal