There was movement at the station, for the word had passed around
That the colt from old Regret had got away,
And had joined the wild bush horses - he was worth a thousand pound,
So all the cracks had gathered to the fray.
All the tried and noted riders from the stations near and far
Had mustered at the homestead overnight,
For the bushmen love hard riding where the wild bush horses are,
And the stock-horse snuffs the battle with delight.
There was Harrison, who made his pile when Pardon won the cup,
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I've finished life's chores assigned to me,
So put me on a boat headed out to sea.
Please send along my fishing pole
For I've been invited to the fishin' hole.
Where every day is a day to fish,
To fill your heart with every wish.
Don't worry, or feel sad for me,
I'm fishin' with the Master of the sea.
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"An Elephant never forgets", they say.
An Elephant never forgets.
From the moment they're born
Sixty to seventy years more,
And yet an Elephant never forgets.
I think about how an Elephant never forgets,
No, an Elephant never forgets.
Their mother's embrace,
Their favored drinking place,
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WITH BLACKEST moss the flower-plots
Were thickly crusted, one and all:
The rusted nails fell from the knots
That held the pear to the gable-wall.
The broken sheds look'd sad and strange:
Unlifted was the clinking latch;
Weeded and worn the ancient thatch
Upon the lonely moated grange.
She only said, "My life is dreary,
He cometh not," she said;
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My tears are like the quiet drift
Of petals from some magic rose;
And all my grief flows from the rift
Of unremembered skies and snows.
I think, that if I touched the earth,
It would crumble;
It is so sad and beautiful,
So tremulously like a dream.
Morning mist drapes each blossom
like a bride reluctant to wake.
Petals fall in silent confession—
memory’s hush in every drift.
Roots hold secrets of laughter and tears,
a debt of seasons owed to shadows.
Soon, steel will bite bark and bloom
and these ghosts will scatter on the wind.
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Depression is a sad thing
Sadly I have it too
It doesn't go away it just gets better
And you don't even have to have a reson to have it
You're just sad and unmotivated
I noticed when someone I care about gets too distant
I start to overthink
Overthinking and then anxiety kicks in, I in full panic mode because, I got too close and now what if they leave me
What if they fell the same as I do, sad and depressed, how do I fix this, how do I show I care without being too pushy or annoying
The depression, the overthinking, the anxiety in me, in you
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Hair sprawled on the table
I rest my head on
eyes jealous of the ice
in the drink
that once had a similar sparkle.
The silence at this
gloomy bar
feels foreign,
in front of our screaming.
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My eyes flutter as i look at pitch black
'cause nobody other than you is worth my gaze
Boot black to hope for my place
As you walk away and the feeling lingers
Compare you to my singers
But you're really just distant
Not even watching from the distance
In my next life
perhaps I would be wanted, needed, desired.
In my next life
I want to dance with them under the streetlight.
In my next life
I want to be kissed in the rain.
In my next life
I want to share my laughs and giggles.
In my next life
I want to be their sanctuary.
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