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WE’RE MILES APART

We’re miles apart – in distance and in differences of heart

I live in lands of vastness, desert, gorges, beaches, sea

You dwell in tidy, safeness of small village, field and lea

A gentle spirited land where ours is harsh, vivid, bold

Yours once our Motherland, steeped in cultured traditions old.

Our eyes see unending blueness of sky as with our minds

We explore the future to shape the future of mankind

You are more inclined to let the sight dwell on things of yore

Though there are things we still share of Anglo Saxon core

We, once your Colony, now grown independent, mature

We love heat, you dwell in cold, we seek the new, you the old

You are the north; we are the south in hemispheres great part

Miles between us are thousands across land and nature’s heart

Mountains, rivers, plains, seas do all divide us, make us twain

Yet soul and thought could make us merge by mental bond again

Our differences mean little when we share the same of life

Of family life and every human joy and human pain

We share same loves, hates, trials of human days and human hours

We share same moment’s rest- in cuppa tea, delight in flowers

And read the self same magazine – the present bond and strand

You in your cool world and me in my heat hazed, wide brown land.

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WHAT A PITY TO LIVE IN A CITY

What a pity to live in a city

Instead of back there on the farm

What a pity to live in a city

Where we never feel safe from harm

What a pity to live in a city

With evil smells and cramped places

Instead of out there in the green paddocks

In wide, wind-swept open spaces

What a pity to live in a city

Where we seldom hear song of bird

Instead of the beautiful country sounds

Even sound of silence is heard

It’s a shame we must live in a city

Where there is rush, traffic and din

Instead of peaceful, open countryside

Free space such a joy to be in

What a pity to live in a city

Where people all stressed dwell inside

Instead of a life with no such pressure

Where people have leisurely stride

What a pity to live in a city

When one could live close to the land

There we all grow our own natural food

In organic rich soil and sand

The country lifestyle to some seems unreal

It’s commerce that so rules their day

But I just wish from all commerce to steal

Finding city life has no charm

What a pity we’ve had to live in a city

When we’re all yearning to be back on the farm!

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WHEN DREAMS ARE REAL

In magic moments of time they come

Rare flashes of joy unsurpassed

Moments of thrill when all seems so well

Light-filled gift of our soul’s insight

We discern bridge ‘tween dream and the real

Mind mirror that oft confuses

Blissful the minutes of purest joy

When dream and real are united.

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WHEN YOUR LIFE BECOMES A MERRY-GO-ROUND

(Song)

When your life becomes a merry-go-round,

Mechanical as can be

And you find that all you’re thinking of

Is breakfast lunch and tea

Then put down tools, and take a breath and come along with me

We’ll fly in the sky, as our spirits take wing

And all that we’re wishing to do is just sing

We’ll fly up so high in the clear azure sky

That we’ll feel giddy and thrill with the sight

We’ll look to magical glint of the snows

On mountain tops crystal that no one else knows

The world of our yearnings takes shape as we soar

To the far land of our true heart’s desire

The wings of desire will give us the power

To go beyond hates, and fears and their glower

Let’s feel our spirits free of day or the night

Yield to our high flying, giddy delight

Feel the pull, the strain, on our mem’ries again

We’re recalling family, and friends back on earth

Like a magnet we’re drawn to habit’s old groove

We plummet to earth in great sweeping curve.

To arrive at our home base again…

But when your life again seems a merry-go-round

Mechanical as can be

Remember then there’s more to life

Than breakfast, lunch and tea

Recall the wonderful world up above

And come fly up here freely with me!

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WHERE ARE ALL THE GOOD GIRLS NOW?

Where are the damsels, pretty maids

And happy, homely good girls now?

Where are the shining tresses, curtsies, bows,

Soft draperies and virgin vow?

Where are all the good girls now?

Where are the sweet sighs, and blushes

And tender, shy sidelong glances?

Where all the rhythmic, romantic dances?

Finer feelings, gentle entrances

Of virtuous maidenhood?

Where are the many good girls now?

Ones who call on men to honour,

Protect, to cherish and take to wife

Those whose fair beauty stir’s man’s soul

Where, in fact is the soul life now?

Where are grace and noble hearts, maidens pure – quite apart

From this dull day of graceless wit and clumsy, hurtful social chit

The most delightful times which attended days where men knew

Sweet maiden charms of grace and talent, talk, soft sighs

Where softness, gentle and dreamy eyes

Bliss melted men’s souls in heaven’s skies!

If we still yearn to feel and know

Those beautiful days of long ago,

Where girls were shy and must be won

By strong fair knight and noble son

Then surely we could simply look

To Nature’s show of night and day

And come what may, men shine as day

Girls glow soft in Love’s sweet, subtle play……………

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Source by Elizabeth S. Adams

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