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This is written for every child who ever feels this
This is written for my lost little girl inside
What cost is life?

I live for the High Country
the wide open plains in the sky
where you can clear your mind
and do nothing more than just be!

Nothing could penetrate
the calm peace of the lake

A monkey who adopted a stray kitten
Anne posed the thought "It begs the question"
I posed this as my comment

If you love to write the LONGER pieces or even if you haven’t before and think you’d like to try then please come and join us!

So sing of the courage that renewed our land
remember the ethic of lending a hand
for look at what has come from so few
those convicts that began our country anew

I imagined that I had been the first to enter it in a hundred years!

He pulled his massive beast to a halt with it rearing in protest, as she heard the tell tale sounds of the bridge being raised. She knew then she couldn’t go back even if she had wanted to.

I have collated my bush writings for you here
- being a lover of our Australian Bush the Bush is the muse for my creative words … and my life!

I remember the trees flashing by as the wind whistled in my ears and I daren’t breathe in case it all vanished! That one run of freedom that few minutes of exhilaration will live in my heart forever!

She finally slept with their names buzzing about her head. One thing was certain; Chris would have to go. He was dangerous and she didn’t trust him.

So wrap the cloak of liberty about your shoulders square
we’ll add our cross of southern skies to support you with our care
we shan’t let the rotters eat our soul and control us from within

May it never come about again but it just might … Least We Forget!

ANZAC DAY the 90th anniversary of the time Australians became our own Nation
and stopped blindly following the Empire to be used as Nameless Cannon Fodder!

So when you complain of your Wii stuffing up
or "Why cant I drive NOW!"
remember the lads who gave it all up
and ask yourself could you do so and how

Well Dad, I think that is all I have to say about how I got hit, and though I haven’t said much, it has given me considerable effort to write this much,

At the request of many of my friends, the following tale is told. The story, of privations and sufferings endured, is neither magnified nor adorned.

My first completed novel, that is I have an ending to it (lol)

The blinding brightness of such a bleached out landscape in that sparkling, crystal clear air. This freshness, this peace, this amazing embracing place; this Australia.

Her bright red hair shone in the sunshine. Female! Mary was so surprised and her excitement grew. There was only one woman Mary could think of who would be so daring. Could it possibly be?