I first classified myself as a writer of simple limericks as my father was before me but then I honed the craft and it became more subtle and I then thought it might be poetry befitting a more recognized genre - whatever - it comes from life ; the heart and the brain. Enjoy or puzzle but I won't be muzzled - see what I mean its bubbling away there?
A never never day
I sat in frangipani glade
the dogs stretched out in midday haze
the seaward breeze moved gentle leaves
this never never land can freeze!
the early morns now cool and sharp
Gone is that humid apple tart
but still the sun creeps up the sky
and by midday has drooped the eye
just sit it out till twilight comes
and off shore breezes hum their tunes
the never never freeze at night
need canvas swag till bleak sunlight
the welcome tinge of daylight dawns
as dew hangs heavy, still not warm
the 'billy' lets off steam not dew
and soon cold hands have thawed anew
davey © 2023
Never Never Landscapes
they stand unmoving in the sun
these never never sentinels
they watch aloof as we pass by
this is 'our land' the old catch cry
from granite outcrop; gnarled twisted trees
in harmony they catch the breeze
we've been here from the dawn of time
your cameras can't see our minds
we've watched the rivers twist and turn
grow into sand and then return
we shared this land with those we knew
would save the gifts the gods imbued
and then we watched the concrete streams
cut through the land fractured 'dreamtime' dreams
you didn't want to touch our stone
rest 'neath our trees; hear hunting calls
you stayed upon your concrete streams
lived your lives with man-made dreams
you turned your backs on all the Gods
who forged this 'never never' lodge
but we still stand; unmoved, unmanned
we'll watch you die and turn to sand
then welcome back the roaring streams
and hear once more the 'dreamtime' dreams
the concrete streams will crack and break
and trees break through with green replace
we're called the 'never never' land
twas crafted with almighty hand!
Davey © 2023
these are two distinct aussie bush poems that came from the environment I live and onced worked in
A never never day
I sat in frangipani glade
the dogs stretched out in midday haze
the seaward breeze moved gentle leaves
this never never land can freeze!
the early morns now cool and sharp
Gone is that humid apple tart
but still the sun creeps up the sky
and by midday has drooped the eye
just sit it out till twilight comes
and off shore breezes hum their tunes
the never never freeze at night
need canvas swag till bleak sunlight
the welcome tinge of daylight dawns
as dew hangs heavy, still not warm
the 'billy' lets off steam not dew
and soon cold hands have thawed anew
davey © 2023
Never Never Landscapes
they stand unmoving in the sun
these never never sentinels
they watch aloof as we pass by
this is 'our land' the old catch cry
from granite outcrop; gnarled twisted trees
in harmony they catch the breeze
we've been here from the dawn of time
your cameras can't see our minds
we've watched the rivers twist and turn
grow into sand and then return
we shared this land with those we knew
would save the gifts the gods imbued
and then we watched the concrete streams
cut through the land fractured 'dreamtime' dreams
you didn't want to touch our stone
rest 'neath our trees; hear hunting calls
you stayed upon your concrete streams
lived your lives with man-made dreams
you turned your backs on all the Gods
who forged this 'never never' lodge
but we still stand; unmoved, unmanned
we'll watch you die and turn to sand
then welcome back the roaring streams
and hear once more the 'dreamtime' dreams
the concrete streams will crack and break
and trees break through with green replace
we're called the 'never never' land
twas crafted with almighty hand!
Davey © 2023
these are two distinct aussie bush poems that came from the environment I live and onced worked in
