adgray - Recent Writing
Frankston, AUSTRALIA
- MY ART & CRAFTS
- Collecting my favourite works sort of like a bibliography but not lol My Favourites
- HIGH COUNTRY
- Deep into the night the cackle of flame / announces the stockman’s abode / his harmonica plays a mellow symphony / ode to the stockman’s repose AUSSIE BUSH
- I imagined that I had been the first to enter it in a hundred years! Aussie Heritage
- Will they lay a headstone for me? / Will it say I have led a full life? / Will it boast thankful for what I have done? / Will there be place for a wife? / In the hush of waiting / I hear life all aro… ANZACS
- Buildings
- at last when gentle rains do fall a child’s first taste of bliss / reminds us of the joy we had we smile and reminisce Drought
- Twisted and forked they left me alone / leaving me hold up the ground / But one of these days I shall be too old / my limbs too hollow my trunk unsound Nature
- The David Gray Collection
- Mum's Trip of her Life
- I reckon what we have that we feel that people call “A Soul” or our “Spirit” is an extension of the life force that governs the universe – electricity gravity philosophy love – it’s all connected My Roots
- My Family
- It’s now when they settle into sleep / that I may cry that I may weep My Melancholy
- And then there is the rhythm of time – timing – the rhythm of life LIFE
- In Search of 100 Characters / - Touched by beauty - LOVE
- This one cried to me for the words to say / the essence of the drawing emotional entreaty / that we all feel when we see a child lost Why?
- But you saw him look guilty, you saw him try to dodge the truth and change the subject and you saw how mean he was! Ekphrasis
- Tomorrow is a brand new day / If I can survive the night / The things I hope for may come my way / if I try as hard as I might / The sun will shine never fear / and the darkness fade away / and all t… More Ekphrasis
- To support my character in the All Write Now Group Collaborative novel Storys
- Drew steadied her as she reeled from the hit … ’There’s only one thing I’d ever want from this God forsaken lump of frozen rock … Now where is it?’ … To that… Novels
- Kryal Castle
- Christmas
- POETRY
- Celtic Poetry