By Neil Andrew I spoke to you in whispers As shells made the ground beneath us quake We both trembled in that crater A toxic muddy bloody lake I spoke to you and pulled your ears To try and quell your fearful eye As bullets whizzed through the raindrops And we watched the men aroundContinue reading “SPOKE TO YOU IN WHISPERS”
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Australia is in the midst of a massive identity crisis.
Australia is in the midst of a massive identity crisis. Let me explain.We are a country founded on the Christian faith and on Western culture.Our founding document leads with these words, ‘Humbly relying on the blessing of Almighty God.’No one, unless you are complete ignoramus or a member of the progressive Left, can deny thatContinue reading “Australia is in the midst of a massive identity crisis.”
Camped By a Billabong
Most Australians know the song “Waltzing Matilda”: Once a jolly swagman camped by a billabong Under the shade of a coolabah tree … As that swagman was camped under a coolabah, there is a fair bet he was up along or near the River Darling. Many inland streams had Eucalyptus coolabah growing on their banks—andContinue reading “Camped By a Billabong”
God give the pastors and others in Christian leadership applauding such heresies from the wolves of wokism right now the courage to admit their error, to embrace public repentance, and to humbly say what you say about every debated issue. Have mercy on them for untethering mercy from justice, the sin of conforming to theContinue reading
“Light a Candle”
“Light a Candle”Written by Dick Roberts Light a candle, for the missing, For the children, who souls, forever roam. Light a candle, to give them light, So that in the darkness, they’re not alone. There are mothers, and there are fathers, Whose child, they cannot find. There are brothers and there are sisters, Who can’tContinue reading ““Light a Candle””
“Before Things Changed Up Here”
Written by Dick Roberts To see it again through my father’s eyes, A time when things seemed fair. Before the big dams came and washed away, A way of life up there. Before the parkies came and left their stain, And burnt our culture bare. I want to go back down that old bush track,Continue reading ““Before Things Changed Up Here””
The Old Buckskin and Dad
Written by Dick Roberts His eyes told the stories, Of the life that he had. Up there in the mountains, The old buckskin and dad. The miles they travelled, The creeks that they crossed. Can never be counted, Upon this old horse. He was broad in the shoulders, And quick in the step, Not anotherContinue reading “The Old Buckskin and Dad”
Our Character Reveals our Source
The Old Homestead
Written By Dick Roberts The old homestead stood in majesty, when i was just a child. Wrapped by a verandah, in place where we all grew up wild. The river gently flowed past, on its journey to the sea. The elm trees stood so proudly, beneath we’d all run free. The mountains were the backContinue reading “The Old Homestead”
“His Brand”
Written by Dick Roberts In a lonely forgotten nursing home sits a frail and tired old man, His mind is shot, his body is weak and he can barely stand. To the world he is just another, another soul waiting to die, But to those who knew him, he was the man that roped theContinue reading ““His Brand””
“Open Up the Old Stock Routes”
Written by Dick Roberts Have you ever heard it, in the summer or the spring, High upon the mountain tops, when all the bush birds sing. Have ever felt the morning sun, It’s warmth upon your back, While riding a mountain pony, quietly through the mountain ash. Have you ever seen the mountain sky, OnContinue reading ““Open Up the Old Stock Routes””
A Country He Calls His Own
Written by Dick Roberts With a wrinkled grin and old dark skin, He sat on the river bank, Dreaming of days long since gone, He has his memories to thank. He remembers the big old stockcamps, And the droving days now gone. Dusty days and forgotten ways, And the night riders songs. The smell ofContinue reading “A Country He Calls His Own”
Dick Roberts
orsSoptden6051g6tf680u47796m06a0gta6g207hi114c3h4cl157f6tl6i · “Story Teller” Written by Dick Roberts I’m just a story teller, A writer of verse, I ain’t no Namatjira, my painting is with words. I pour my heart into songs, Hoping one day they’ll be heard, Remembering a way of life, An era, now lost to dust and dirt. I tell of theContinue reading “Dick Roberts “
Click Goes the Shears
Toganmain Station, located between Darlington Point and Carrathool on the southern side of the Murrumbidgee River, was one of the principal grazing properties in the Riverina. With about 13 miles of river frontage the station was first established by NSW’s Colonial Secretary Sir Alexander Macleay whose initials gave Toganmain its distinctive AML brand. Toganmain’s 167,000Continue reading “Click Goes the Shears”
“No Room Left for Grace”
Written by Dick Roberts The fences have vanished from long ago now, No mountain musters, no sign of a cow. The quart pots not needed up there in the hills, No mountain stockmen, No more old bush skills. The stories, the pictures, the films and the poems, All told a story of a time onceContinue reading ““No Room Left for Grace””
Australian Rhyming Poets
tsernopoSdhabAti0m:5mcf51g0 1tg1uch3at ,1g5049993 c M2m2a lg02r2eeD1eu62t30 · This song was first published in Children of the Bush in 1902. THE SHEARER’S DREAM – Henry Lawson. ‘Oh, I dreamt I shore in a shearin’ shed, and it was a dream of joy, For every one of the roustabouts was a girl dressed up as a boy Dressed up like a pageContinue reading “Australian Rhyming Poets”
A Single Leaf of This Plant Could Be Your Gold Mine – Find Out Why
It is a powerhouse of health benefits and a versatile plant that can enhance your well-being in numerous ways. byLinda Parker September 16, 2024 in Medicinal Plants Rosemary (Rosmarinus officinalis) is much more than a flavorful herb for your favorite dishes; it is a powerhouse of health benefits and a versatile plant that can enhanceContinue reading “A Single Leaf of This Plant Could Be Your Gold Mine – Find Out Why”
Christmas can be hard,
Christmas can be hard, When someone you love isn’t near. But look deep within your heart, And you’ll feel them still here. The star in the sky, The soft falling snow, The robin that visits— It’s as if they all know. If this season feels heavy, And you’re struggling to cope, Take it one momentContinue reading “Christmas can be hard,”
“Election Day”
Written by Dick Roberts Have you heard of Albanese, Bowen and Wong, In a trifecta of losers, they’d all get the gong. Not to mention Plibersek, a cunning one is she, A scoundrel, nonetheless, for all the world to see. Power bills are rising, almost every single day, Blackouts are coming since Bowens had hisContinue reading ““Election Day””
A Point in Time”
Written by Dick Roberts There’s an era, not so long ago, please let me take you all back. To point in time written in rhyme, down a lonely old bush track. The dusty haze from the droving days, and the old-time cattle camps. Where the lignum scrub and bidgee floods, on the flats that wereContinue reading “A Point in Time””
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