Category Archives: Australian Wildlife

Corporate Care


“For The Love of Money” their motto read and they don’t care if the planet’s dead. There’s corporate to think of – corporate need; it’s not like it’s about profit or greed. We have shareholders who need their gain; we’re … Continue reading

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Mad Dogs and Englishmen


Well my Old Man was a Bushie and he had a Bushie’s heart and the Eucalypts and Dad just couldn’t part. It would never matter where he was or the company he held, betwixt him and the bush there was … Continue reading

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A Nations Pride


I heard their words; the Bushman’s a art. Those ballad’s come straight from the heart. They tell of trial and tribulation; the deeds that made this, our great Nation. This is our history, more true than most; of the glory … Continue reading

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Progress


The creaking in the branches spoke of days now long since past and the wisdom of its age drawn in the shadow that it cast. Its head peaked out of the bracken before Cook sailed the sea yet we had … Continue reading

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This Land


Ya gotta love this land of ours; from desert to the sea. Every time I look at it, it’s where I want to be. It doesn’t matter how I feel or what’s gone wrong today I gaze out on its … Continue reading

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Two Dawns (written to celebrate Spring)


A flower opening with the Dawn; the beauty of a land newborn. Its petals open, kiss the sky inviting bee and butterfly to sup on nectar, Oh so sweet so other flowers they can meet. Then one more flower meets … Continue reading

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Adaption


Adaption is life; a mantra of being. Adaption is part of personal freeing. Without it you’re stuck in a rut that is life. Without adaption all that’s rigid is rife. To fly with the Angels, or hobnob in Hell, learn … Continue reading

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