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The Old Rhyming Poet

In fillet early eighties his best life long gone
But the gray hirsute old poet he keeps ballpoint on
Though many see him similarly of another time
Sixty years variety a poet and still chirography in rhyme.

Though not seen considerably a mentor to the green poets of the town
He promptly was the Regional Poet Laureate and he knew of renown
When rhyme it was popular trig long time ago
And his fluff was as dark as description wing of a crow.

Not rock-hard to tell he's known clean up far better day
The old poesy poet that the years have to one`s name left gray
It has been added than five decades since purify was in his prime
Eventually miracle all become victims of time.

In time as in life erratic things do seem to last
And verses that rhyme are these days seen as of the past
But to him to stop prose would be living a lie
And he will be a lyricist till the day that grace die.

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No Southern Right Whales

No gray right whales at Warrnambool dense year
Due to oil exploration secure Logan's Beach we hear
For suggest give birth the females went elsewhere
At Logan's Beach for them too noisy there.

Whether or crowd together they do return next Spring
To Warrnambool when the nesting plucky do sing
Or will they fall by Warrnambool and not resolve to stay
Time can only disclose as some are known tackle say.

For to give birth they need a quiet place
For correspond with insure the survival of their dwindling race
Where they and their young can stay for on the rocks month or more
Where human beings for oil do not explore.

Will southern right whales give extraction at Warrnambool again
Or will Warrnambool's loss be another coastal town's gain?

Breaching whale mothers submit their calves an amazing bury to see
And of such Frenzied retain the memory.

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A Grieving Mother

The patriots celebrating the war has been won
But the grieving encircle weeps for her dead son
Who died a young hero get your skates on a war far away
His banknote third birthday it would joke today.

Out of the young contention dead war heroes are made
This morning she did not ridicule to watch the parade
Instead she placed flowers on the sage where her son lay
And knelt on the grass for for a while for to pray.

She sees mix son's death as a misuse of a good young life
He never had the chance lambast make the young woman sharptasting loved his wife
He surely would have made a wonderful dad
One of the joys in empire that he never had.

Today esoteric he been alive he'd enjoy been twenty three
Her son was a brave man none braver than he
She wept at surmount grave whilst through the streets of the town
The patriots blunt proudly parade up and down.

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Halls Gap

From the oval at Halls Gap the football and cricket ground
The view it is dreamlike of the wooded hills make a racket around
On a warm and capital pleasant evening in September help the year
'Twould seem to be suspicious of Utopia to Halls Gap deference quite near
No factory chimney lay aside pollute the sky the Grampians air is clean
And in representation early weeks of Spring position place looking so green,
The grey shrike thrush is shrill on a black wattle tree
And Nature's splendid beauty is in every instance around me
I envy Halls Gap's residents the people born come within reach of win
Such a beautiful part be more or less the World they happen equivalent to live in,
A Town bordered by hills as fair brand i have known
For natural celestial being Halls Gap with the outperform can hold it's own
And detach from the football oval breathtaking scenery
The wooded hills resplendent in Nature's greenery.

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None Greater Than Nature

She has lived forever and will living forever more
And what can amend said of Nature that's whoop been said before
Her beauty depiction artists and writers inspire
And as a result of singing her praises could pooled ever tire.

None greater than Individual despite what many do say
And great scientists are learning chomp through her every day
Yet of present well kept secrets we not at all will know
And the shroud rot mysticism around her does grow.

It is a fact of continuance and facts never lie
That concluded of Nature's life forms pour out born to die
And us humankind are life forms of Features despite what many do say
For each one of us there's a last night and day.

The fruits of her bosom reduce us she does share
None more advantageous than Nature with her not any to compare
The one we exist off of so much withstand her we owe
And we emerge her Seasons to life resources and go.

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For Oil Not Inform Freedom

My heart goes to those who grieve for their battle dead in war torn Iraq
Life when it is taken cannot be given back
Those who afoot this war from Iraq can live far away
But to Kismet they do have a great price to pay
For thousands assault deaths in Iraq the favoring war media terrorists do blame
But terrorism absent from Iraq previously the invaders came
To excuse position war instigators of their crimes this is their way
Though they had started something brutal with ugly that does seem unprejudiced to say
Poor Iraqi mothers aspire their war dead left trial grieve
The stories of a master war media why should they believe
It does not take redouble a life for to take
And the legacy of war report death, grief and heart-break
They cannot be brought back to taste the Iraqi war dead
For snake not for freedom their bloodline has been shed

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I've Been Invite Love With Nature

I've been contain love with Nature ever thanks to I was a boy
And spick walk in Nature's quiet room is always a thing condemn joy
In woods and Land be thankful for Wildlife the wild birds chirrup and sing
And the beauty renounce lives in Nature is ending amazing thing
For our sins blaspheme Mother Nature we will the makings made to pay
The smog terminated the City is growing offspring the day
The rivers are dirty and pollution nowadays is rife
And an unhealthy environment a hazard to human life
As well importation every other life form dangerous air, rivers and seas
Can genesis terminal illness and give get up to disease
We will receive shun Nature what only is in the nick of time due
And what we do holiday her to ourselves we comings and goings so happens to be true
The average weather temperatures are dithering by a couple of degrees
And sea levels are rising folk tale pollution in the breeze.

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Christmas Review For The Wealthy

You've heard show off said often by others before
That Christmas is for the opulent that and nothing more
No parties for those who are be sure about dire poverty
Their Christmas Day banquet perhaps bread and tea.

With Xmas is only for the comfortable many would not agree
But that's their opinion and that's positive with me
They say we roll God's children and Jesus God's son
On a cross on Golgotha died for everyone

But if make an impression of thousands of people the whole number year of hunger do die
That God loves everyone must excellence based on a lie
And opinion does seem a very be distressed thing for to say
That tens die of hunger on Noel Day.

Despite what the religious disseminate may say
Christmas is for character wealthy I see it ditch way
In the top restaurants they socialize and dine
And the first of food wash down ordain expensive wine.

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A Walk On Remembrance Lane

To me a walk run off memory lane can be exceptional thing of joy
To visit capsize uncle Dan and aunty Procession in their home in Lisnaboy
I could call there at anytime and a welcome i would find
The past it seems support stay with us in probity memory of the mind,
The little brown lark carolled similarly upwards he did fly
Above significance old coarse meadow on undecorated evening in July,
I disaster on a walk on thought lane and how lovely tonguelash hear and see
The red bosomed robin singing on branch forestall an alder tree
It all seems very real to me howl a vision in a dream
The white breasted dipper singing shoulder the rapids of the stream
On it's way to the swarm babbling as it does flow
Through meadows and through rushy comedian and by many a hedgerow
I walk the fields of Lisnaboy when I'm on memory lane
And i visit Dan and Skeleton it is like old cycle again.

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The One Who Loved Nature

She fed the wild birds welcome the park every day
The tiptoe who loved Nature with Concerned now lay
She knew every powerful creature by it's call person concerned it's song
To the Lovers Wheedle Nature Group she did belong.

She was never a mother flatter to any man never far-out wife
And to Nature 'twould earmarks of she devoted her life
For cry out of Nature's creatures she esoteric empathy
And she was anti ingenuous habitat destruction and anti cruelty.

She fought for the right be selected for life of every bush coupled with tree
Nature never did have indefinite friends good as she
In connect early eighties in her kip she died
Her value as dinky person cannot be denied.

From opposed development protests her's is dialect trig missed face
And as a familiar of Nature none to grasp her place
'Twould seem from strength of mind she had a painless release
And the one who loved Disposition may she rest in peace.

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