Diary Entries

A winter in Lightning Ridge / haiku The winter is long winter is only painful winter is despair

In the depths of autumn Autumn just started Tree leaves falling down Leaves have fallen

Pine Wood Dusty winds swing low autumn unfurls dragging down pine wood all around

the breeze in lightning ridge cold breeze in the ridge dark in the night like pitch black warm in the morning

Winter In My Town Cold and fridged days fading to warmth and sun all the days are fun

THE COLD DAYS OF THE RIDGE in the freezing days a small town called lightning ridge something's different...

DUSTY WINDS Dusty yellow winds, shrub land winds blow and wisp low. and the night sleeps on...

yellow desert dry, yellow desert, winds swing slow, sand kissed loam dunes, And the night sleeps on.

Autumn in the Bush Sand kissed dunes, promise, The green, yellow summer days. Down the trail stockmen raced.

A TREE IN SEASON A tiny seed out from the womb of Mother Earth slowly sprouts 
Barely a leaf or two earmarks its existence and flaunts.
 Gracefully growing in springtime ready for human's adulation 
Fastidious as nature when finest buds and flowers bloom for everyone's delight. Lo in summer, leaves in green, thick and shady become its frock. 
In fashion of trees where human comfort lies
 From scorching dryness of fiery air thus vegetation, too, wilts
 But trees prevail in majestic template which nature builds. By autumn, its network of ground claws cling tight beneath the land.
 Mustering strength to hold its water vessel reserve
 As slowly trunk and limbs undressed for the season; 
Shedding barks, leaves falling, to let its soul fly free . By winter, heavy cold snaps bother not its spirit; 
Neither rain, nor sleets, nor chills from winds unleashed. 
The body stands naked, proud, confidently assured;
 Its graceful posture claims its place under the freezing sky.