Nice way to end the week kev.
After reading that I will grab a beer and not watch the news.
Jim
I love my boat, she's good for me
She takes me out, across the sea
To places I've not seen before
Majestic dunes and golden shore.
The bays, the creeks, I love to roam
Since first I called Australia home.
A crowded beach, that's not for me
I prefer tranquility
The dugong turtle, mighty whale
They fill my thoughts when first I sail
From ramp, to beacon, then out of sight
Into the beauty of first light
Far from worries, care and woe
To beautious sights, I now do go
The mangrove trees, the soldier crab
Who moves across the mud so drab
But even 'drab" is beautiful
If viewed through eyes that are not dull
So what about the mortgage rate?
So what about the bill paid late?
So what about the price of fuel?
So what about the hosepipe rule?
So what about the strife torn world
And all the insults that are hurled?
By pollies who simply fail to see
How many more are just like me
Who simply like the finer things
That this Lucky Country brings
The Buzzards call, The Eagle's cry
Gliding gracefully 'cross the sky
The sparkling sea, the glistening sand
The sunrise spreading 'cross the land
The mighty cliffs, the breaker's roar
The wash retreating from the shore
The heron's stalk, the plovers walk
These the things of which I talk
To children who are filled with awe
Of all the things upon the shore
All these things I hold quite dear
When seen through eyes that are now clear
from mist of toil and haze of war
And all that has been gone before
By men who know not what I know
of wonderment and nature's glow
I love my boat she's good to me
But more than this, I plainly see
It wasn't her that gave to me
It was Australia, don't you see?
kev
If a small thing has the power to make you angry, does that not indicate something about your size? (Sydney J. Harris)
Nice way to end the week kev.
After reading that I will grab a beer and not watch the news.
Jim
nice Kev but it took me a couple of cans to read it
planning the next onslaught 6.5m Profish
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No wonder you can't fish Kev .... your talents lie elsewhere mate!
Very nice piece of poetic prose ... thanks for sharing (oh, and I agree as a fellow migrant!).
Cheers,
Herby
kev
that is beautiful
i think sometimes we 'migrants' can appreciate the simple things just a lil bit more then those who have lived in this beautiful country all their life
dont get me wrong aussis i love you as a people your sense of humour the laid back attitude and that status symbols dont matter and the tolerance
but there is a sense of complacency with some ppl ive met down here
they dont smell the frangiapani and the honey dew in the mornings
they dont smile when they hear the kookabara laughing in the mornings
(the list goes on)
so i think we 'migrants' are doubly blessed
once for living here
and once for still seeing things new
sorry am a lil sentimental dont hit me
have a good one everyone am off to the ekka to see little birdy with some friends
anya
awsome mate
Kev,I reakon that should be the Ausfish anthem if not the nation's anthem-I've enjoyed reading your prose thanks.
cheers mickey.
I'm not a migrant Kev, I was born and bred here as were my parents. I'm bloody lucky and I know it, but it still is good to be reminded of just how good we all have it in this beautiful country.
I tips me lid to you on your emotional expression of love for your adopted country. You are welcome at my home any day, and I look forward to one day meeting you, your beautiful deckie, and your kids. We are all brothers with fishing arms!
Cheers
Dave
Very nice.
There've been quite a few good poems popping up lately. Fishing must be conducive to good art.
Thanks Kingtin.
"When we remember we are all mad, the mysteries disappear and life stands explained.-- Mark Twain"
Hi kev
love the poem just keepem comin
an hope that we can still be fishin
in the years to come
but pollies 1 an 2
are tryin hard to
stop this lovely country of ours
from enjoyment and contentment
of the fishin we feel
of looking glass in the sea so wide
with the cool breeze by our side
looking through the wind and rain
lookin at the sunset upon the horizon
as far as can see
these bloody pollies will never see
to see the birds upon the open sea
ducking and driving for a feed
while we sit and think of the fishin
out in the sea
these bloody pollies will never see
just what wonders are on the the sea
little know what is under the sea
for they sit at there desk with heads in the clouds
instead of sittting by the sea to see what
wonders that we can see by the sea
the rivers run the creeks will flow
no matter where we are
we are by the sea
those bloody pollies will never see
sorry guys just some thing i put together to have a shot at the pollies
kev really like your poem just goes to show that fisho's have a heart to go with feelings and we see things in a different light with opens eyes
Cheers
Steve
Hey puks trust me after being up in Ireland for a winter and travelling around the place I appreciate australia alot more. Dont get me wrong though I am loving what I am seeing up here and in the uk.
Nice poem kev.
Excellent poem kingtin keep them coming
Bundy
Way to go Kingtin, I'm very proud to have imigrants like YOU, who really appreciate this wonderful land of OZ
Cheers ttone
loch i so know what you mean
nowadays when i go back to see my folks i see things in the old country that i havent realised before
tho i wouldnt want to live there anymore but thats a different story
i love ireland tho
i never intended to move to the great southern land always imagined myself in ireland or holland
but now im here i think i gonna stay
regards anya