Helen congratulates Bert Wilder who now has won it
the two years this competition has been going
- "Australian Country
- judged and the winner will receive a small prize.
- The Winner for 2001 -2002 was chosen by Lenny
Knight an award winning poet
- Hi there Helen,
- Finally got a chance to judge the poems this
- And the winner is........
- Poem No. 2 - 'I Remember When',
by Bert Wilder.
- Thanks so much for the invitation to judge
the 'Australian Country Poems' Competition for the Tamworth Rage Page for
- I thoroughly enjoyed reading the poems.
- Unfortunately there can only be one
winner, however, Ralph Emerson sums up perfectly with his words,
"The reward of a thing well done is to have done it"
- So I would like to pass on my congratulations
to those who entered and encourage them to be proud of their achievement,
I hope they enjoyed the process & keep on writing.
- Yours in poetry,
- Lenny Knight
- I REMEMBER WHEN
- (Winning Poem no. 2)
When I was just a little kid my mother
used to say
Each time you want to cross the road you ought to look each way
Don’t walk under ladders and never walk on cracks
And when the train is pulling in be sure to stand well back
I recall that just as well as most of what I learnt at school
I wasn’t quite the brightest kid but I wasn’t any fool
I remember all my teachers’ names and much of what they taught
And the fun we had, win or lose at school and weekend sport
Then just before I finished school I took a part time job
In a servo and I remember a gallon of petrol cost four bob
Back when there were gallons, shillings and pence on the meter
If my sums are right that calculates to about eight cents a litre
I remember most of those I’ve met and the places I have been
What I learnt at college and work and the sights that I have seen
The punch line of a lot of jokes and the words of many songs
I remember peoples’ faces though with names I’m sometimes wrong
We build a bonfire every May in time for cracker night
And let off roman candles and catherine wheels so bright
They gave us all a day off school when world peace came at last
And people got on with their lives as they did in the past
I thought I’d never hear again that evil word called war
But we didn’t know what Korea and Vietnam held in store
Important dates in history and even in my life
But when it comes to birthdays I sometimes need help from my wife
The names of many childhood friends are in my mind it seems
And many fond rememberings sometimes come to me in dreams
I wonder if in twenty years I’ll be truthful when I say
I remember everyone who’s here and what’s happening today
I recall the finest details from back thirty years or so
Yet I can’t recall a single thing from half an hour ago
And as all these memories stick with me as every new year passes
I wonder why I can’t recall just where I put my glasses.
- Poem No. 15
morning sunlight creeps silently o’er the land,
slowly shorten, as daylight comes to hand,
lone Kite hawk soars up above the scene spread out below,
stir of wind to whip about the glistening waters flow,
the backdrop of the sky a dark gray form lies prone.
the muddy riverbank he watches still as stone,
mouth ajar and eyes wide open, he looks a lot like marble,
prehistoric creature, which one can only marvel.
near the shore he now looks peaceful and serene,
a small bird flutters in and out picking the large teeth clean,
amazing quirk of nature for centuries it has been,
respected mutual partnership by bird and beast it seems.
this bird is gone, to greet the newborn day,
the creatures of this outback scene greet the new suns ray,
tidal river starts to rise as fish dart to and fro.
the mighty word of God has said that this is so.
time is here again for the creatures’ great and small,
this plastic skinned prehistoric lizard has woken to the call,
moving forward, with no ripple he submerges,
the murky fish filled water to appease his primitive urges.
swiftly, silently, he stalks unwary prey,
they come down to the water, to drink swim and to play
gently to the surface not a ripple does expose,
presence of this awesome beast as silently he goes.
mighty lunge, a snapping mouth, a pig is in his jaws,
survival mode often repeated and one of nature’s laws,
nature’s natural order, this scene has come about,
struggle for existence an awesome devilish route.
after day, month after month, this scene is carried out,
yet this awesome power display sometimes turns about,
seen by the little bird that was by natures governing laws,
within the prehistoric Estuarine Crocodile’s jaws.
- Poem No. 14
- From power poles to presidents
- We've been best of friends for
- No one way conversations
- Branching out any old way it
- For Enjoy Your Company la da da
- Meet each other when young
- Now look back where it begun
- All these years & your still
- Through lust & desire we
never did date ?
- Yer Yer You are you see don't
argue with me
- For your the best of company la
da da de
- For travelling destination never
- Yer smoking drinking partying
- They were just some of the things
- Infatuation Imagination Illusions
- Ice cream Ice tea You & me
- Telescopic dreams of futuristic
- Anything possible it seems
- For your the best of company la
da da de.
- COPYRIGHT (c) 2001. PHILLIP
- Poem No 13
- Christmas in Australia 2001
- Christmas in Australia is hot and dry, and fun
But as we come to the end of 2001,and
- Christmas Day had just
We heard the news of strife about
80 bushfires had broken out.
They rip thru' the bush, taking all in sight
Thru the day, and into the night.
Echidnas, wallabies, koalas and 'roos
Wombats, possums and birds of all hues
Trying to seek refuge from the searing heat
Perish wastefully on their feet.
They don't stand a chance in this situation
As the bushfires abort our nation.
The thunderous roar is deafening to your ears
As the inferno races swiftly into the New Year.
The stench of burning leaves, fill the air
As the fires strip our bushland bare.
Unfortunately the fire doesn't stay in the trees
As onwards toward the homes it seethes.
That giant monster eats all in it's path
As man is left with the aftermath.
As volunteers work tirelessly to save more trouble
Many homes are reduced to smoldering rubble.
All firemans' leave cancelled, no Christmas for them
"B" team on standby, amongst the mayhem.
36 sleepless hours on duty, no relief in sight
When assistance comes from interstate to fight.
Exhausted fire teams working round the clock
Trying to prevent loss of homes and stock.
The crews come from many a source
All pitching in to help the cause.
Fire crews, SES, and St Vincent de Paul
Wesley Mission and the Salvo's stand tall
Offers from America and overseas brigades
On standby, waiting to come to our aid.
As they hasten to build new water planes
There's another outburst of smoke and flames.
In the still of the night when the wind drops
Backburns are done, to try and stop
The devastation whipping thru' our state
As we watch and wait for the fires to abate.
With a new day emerging, there's another cry to the call
As NSW has a hundred fires and more.
Calls from the suburbs, towns and national parks
As they become covered in smoke, flames and sparks.
Trains, highways and roads have been closed
Due to the danger of driving and the thick smoke.
"A state of emergency" declared Bob Carr
As money pours in from near and far
To support the relief fund, set up to assist
Those who lost everything, including Christmas gifts.
Oh no!!! There goes another national park.
How the hell did one hundred fires start?
To the North, South and West of Sydney
Fires in Nattai, Shoalhaven, Hunter Valley,
Huskisson, Nowra, Wallacia and Oakdale,
Helensburgh, Waterfall, Otford, Silverdale,
Stanwell Tops, Oberon, Springwood, Blaxland,
Appin, Grafton, Cessnock, Sutherland,
Bulgar, Warimoo, Mulgoa, Tomerong,
Warragamba, Spencer, Canberra and Gulgong.
All covered by ferocious flames causing residents to choke
From the thick, grey coloured, angry smoke.
The orange super heli-tankers have come
9000 litres of water each three minutes is dumped
On places firemen cannot reach
'Elvis', 'Incredible Hulk' and 'Georgia Peach'.
There's a knock at the door..."What's that you said?"
"Get up, get up, get out of bed
Get in your car, get out of town
'Cos your house could be next to burn down
No time to gather your things together
Head to the nearest evacuation centre."
The real spirit of Australian's is true blue
As they offer aid and assistance to you.
More than 170 homes have been lost
Some things not replaceable at any cost.
Photos of past holidays, pets and children growing up
Photos of weddings, parties and that new pup.
Imagine returning back to the family abode
To rubble, ash, and half-burnt clothes.
Losses can't be washed away by tears
So they cling to the memories from the past years.
A lost wallaby at the roadside not knowing where to go
Dazed and bewildered by the blinding smoke.
The eerie silence, no rustle of the leaves
Nothing, but the starkness of the blackened, naked trees.
What would you do, if you caught the bastard
Who's lit many fires and was then charged with arson?
Some have homes gone, some have lost stock
But, be thankful, Thank God no lives have been lost.
Carolyn Dalton ©
- Poem No 12
- There when I need you, even when I don't.
- There to talk to, even when I won't.
- There to spend time with, no matter how long.
- There to laze with and listen to a song.
- There to keep me company, even if I don't need it.
- There to walk to school with, and help me through
- There to cook a feed with, even if I'm not
- There to help me, if I need money.
- There when times get really tough.
- There when others start to get rough.
- There to listen, when no one else will.
- There to give advice, and help me through.
- Alway's around and I know you'd help,
- 'Coz your me best mate Kell, Luv Stef
- written by Mark Black
- Poem No. 11
- The first time that we saw you
- Tears came to our eyes
- A brand new life unfolded
- A girl for the family ties
- A family that is scattered
- And sometimes seems so rough
- But a family that has good times
- And knows how to breed em rough
- First there is your old Nan
- Who knows all the tricks?
- Remember when you need advice
- She’ll help you with the ticks
- Then there is your nana
- Who likes to play it tough
- But will end up your favourite person
you’ve had enough
- Your great aunts and uncles
- They all seem so old
- But they’re whenever you need them
- For help or just to hold
- Then come’s your aunts and uncles
- You’ll never have to wish
- They’ll keep you through the hard
- And hey!! They’ll teach you how to
- 19 wonderful cousins
- Join in all the fun
- You’ll get sick of all the kisses
- But you’ll love every one
- Then your mum and dad are there
- To make your family complete
- Welcome to our family
- Jessica Ellen,Our sweet
- By Leeanne Davidson
- Poem No. 10
- A gift for you
- No one can ever tell you
- 'What its like to become a mum
- The feelings that engulf you
- When you first hold your little one
- 9 months of building a life
- Can sometimes be so tough
- The sore backs and stretch marks
- Until your body’s had enough
- Then the big day arrives
the new life is yet to come
- The months of waiting is over
- And at last you are a mum
- The first time that you hold this gift
- And look into their face
- Will change your life forever
- And forge its special place
- You can begin to imagine
- What you feel the day you meet
- Now you have a little one
- Your world is now complete
- Motherhood is like a dream
- From which you never wake
- Its what you’ve always waited for
- And now its yours to take
- Enjoy the ride, Elisha
- For nothing will surpass
- The love between mother and child
- It will forever last
- By Leeanne Davidson
- Poem no. 9
- I'm A Truckie
- Tattoo's cover my skin
- I have side burns
- Brylcreem in my hair
You would think I was a rock star
- But no I'm a Truckie
- Stubbie shorts, blue singlet and thongs
- That's my uniform
- I'm happy in my job it may be hard
- But hell I do not clock on clock off, I'm my own
- Time on the highway may be lonely at times
- But when I'm home my family makes up for it
- My vocabulary is not so great
- So I did not go to school
- I wanted to be a Truckie!
- -Steve (Rags)Morris
- Poem no.8
It aint just a job, workin' the land
I'ts a way of life, and you lend a hand
You're up from dawn workin' till late
Tryin' to earn a bob to fill up the plate
It's something we all take for granted
But somebody has to get the crops planted
And when the workin' week is done
You head into town to have some fun
You're my heroes, the folk I like the most
You'll stop to have a yak, leanin' on a post
You're honest blokes through and through
And I can't help but likin' you
You're always ready to tell a story
You tell them with pride and you tell them with glory
You'll always be there to fight the fires
And you help change the old woman's tyres
You're my heroes the folk who get drunk the most
And you're the ones who make the best host
When Saturday comes and the work is done
You're the ones who have the most fun
You're the ones workin' in the heat
Because somebody has to shear the sheep
You've been drovin the cattle through the long cold nights
You've got to ring the herd when the lightning strikes
You're my heroes the folk I like the most
And you're the ones at the end of every toast
You'll be out all day huntin' with the dogs
And when waters about, out come the rods
You've been workin' up a sweat in the heat and dust
Crackin' the whips to load the trucks
You battle the droughts and you battle the floods
But it ain't gonna change, the countries in your blood...
Angelique Burns 17yrs Goroke Victoria.(c)
- Poem no. 7
The Dream of Dreamers
- Oh how I long to live in peace,
- where nothings right nor wrong nor
- to live a life that's worry free,
- and dream of days gone by.
- To hold my dearest close to me,
- and peace with love remain,
- with hope, trust and charity
- and profanities refrain.
- To walk a road that's straight and
- to think with peace of mind,
- to love all and one together,
- for the best of all mankind.
- To love my God, and him love me,
- with no ill at all at ease,
- with only love, trust and charity,
- and all live a life of peace.
- Michael Vincent Pisani
- copyright (c)Michael Pisani)
- Poem no. 6
- Full Circle
- When I was young and learning about
- my old mum gave me some advise,
- she said son be strong and stay out of
- stand tall be good and get a good wife
- I listen to her and tried to be
- the man I thought she would like me to
- the only mistake I made on the way
- married too early, for something's you
- Make your bed, lie in it she said
- It turns a Full Circle, Done wrong
- Time has gone by some days have been
- some things I've done right, some a
- Her words forever linger inside my
- I hear her voice when I go to bed,
- I was the last to see my mum alive
- I felt cold but warm at her bedside
- she whispered don't look so sad I've
- light and the stairs it not so bad
- I'm leaving soon but remember
- Don't ever forget that Full Circle
- Michael Vincent Pisani
- (copyright (c)Michael Pisani)
- Poem no. 5
- It's Time again
- My gear is packed
- My bed is made
- The oil and water has
- Tyres kicked
- Turn the key, start the
- Black smoke pours out of
- In gear, where of its
- The afternoon sun shines
in my face
- Mile after mile the tyres
hum to the road surface
- The sunsets in the
- Police ahead checking log
- Better make a entry in my
- They wave me on
- Just my luck
- It's night time the air
- We'll he dip his lights
- Bloody motorist must be
- Time for a break, streak
and eggs and chips sound good
- It's time again
- Another mile another 50
- Written by Steve (Rags)Morris
Poem no 4
- The Battle of Barcaldine!.
- The Eureka Stokade we know about,
- And now the time has come,
- To tell a greater story,
- The battle of Barcaldine.
- Around and outback Queensland town in
- The Government sent the army and the
- No longer good enough is what the
- Poor food bad pay and stinkin' water
- So they walked out of the sheds.
- It was a revolution on its way for 15
- And they worked damn hard,
- Through all the blood, sweat and
- Its time the people heard us, we dont
want this anymore,
- And so they all united and walked out
- Although they had some funds
- to do 'em through the fight,
- The government brought in the scabs,
- And tried to stop the strike.
- In those six months they did it tough,
- Ran low on money too.
- But in the end they went to ruin,
- There was nothing they could do.
- So six months after the strike began,
- The shearers were starved back to
- Their leader had been jailed,
- And others badly hurt.
- And never could you shout.
- Their strike fund near exhausted,
- And food was running out.
- Still the scabs from the city, could
not be stopped,
- And the sheep kept getting shorn,
- But under that tree of knowledge,
- Written by Helen Hayden (C) copy-right
- Poem no. 3
Where has old Australia gone.
I'm often asked the question, my opinion of the way
changes to my country are taking place today
and as I sit & ponder my mind it takes me back
to times when things were different way back down the track
and as I think about them, the changes good & bad
I recall my childhood & the different life I had
where has old Australia gone, the days that I once knew
the days of peace & freedom, the days that were true blue
where has old Australia gone those days that's long gone by
when twenty cents was florin, two bob or a swy
ten cents was a deener, a tray was half a zac
gee I miss those old days, I wish we had them back
where has old Australia gone when everyone had work
when there was no free hand outs to encourage one to shirk
and what about our products, the ones Australian made
I wonder if it's all been worth the price that we have paid?
where has old Australia gone when your word was worth your name,
when deals were made with hand shakes, before the contracts came
and what about fair dinkum, fair go & g'day mate
I wish those days were back again but I guess it' all too late
where has old Australia gone when Policemen had the right
to kick your tail & send you home from off the street at night
when every child had a home & respect for mum & dad
yes those were the good old days, the best we ever had
where has old Australia gone, those days before T.V.
when we sat around the radio each night after tea
and listened to the programmes & the adds they made
the days of weekly serials, the likes of dad & Dave
where has old Australia gone, when things were made to last
made of iron & wood & steel, & food was not so fast
when show bags were a sample, & never cost us nought
and football, bowls & cricket were only played for sport
so when you ask for my advice on what's happened to my land
I hope that you'll be patient & try to understand
that for me it's not so easy to agree with all I see
for I have lived in both times, this & one that used to be
and if I was the person to have the final say ,
I'd bring back the old days & throw the new away
but I still have my memories of those days true
and I'm glad I had the chance to live in those days that I once knew
John Seers (c) Marjak Promotions
- Poem no. 2
I REMEMBER WHEN
- When I was just a little
kid my mother used to say
- Each time you want to
cross the road you ought to look each way
- Don’t walk under
ladders and never walk on cracks
- And when the train is
pulling in be sure to stand well back
- I recall that just as
well as most of what I learnt at school
- I wasn’t quite the
brightest kid but I wasn’t any fool
- I remember all my
teachers’ names and much of what they taught
- And the fun we had, win
or lose at school and weekend sport
- Then just before I
finished school I took a part time job
- In a servo and I remember
a gallon of petrol cost four bob
- Back when there were
gallons, shillings and pence on the meter
- If my sums are right that
calculates to about eight cents a litre
- I remember most of those
I’ve met and the places I have been
- What I learnt at college
and work and the sights that I have seen
- The punch line of a lot
of jokes and the words of many songs
- I remember peoples’
faces though with names I’m sometimes wrong
- We build a bonfire every
May in time for cracker night
- And let off roman candles
and catherine wheels so bright
- They gave us all a day
off school when world peace came at last
- And people got on with
their lives as they did in the past
- I thought I’d never
hear again that evil word called war
- But we didn’t know what
Korea and Vietnam held in store
- Important dates in
history and even in my life
- But when it comes to
birthdays I sometimes need help from my wife
- The names of many
childhood friends are in my mind it seems
- And many fond
rememberings sometimes come to me in dreams
- I wonder if in twenty
years I’ll be truthful when I say
- I remember everyone
who’s here and what’s happening today
- I recall the finest
details from back thirty years or so
- Yet I can’t recall a
single thing from half an hour ago
- And as all these memories
stick with me as every new year passes
- I wonder why I can’t
recall just where I put my glasses.
- Bert Wilder
THE OLD GREY
- She looked up and saw the
old saddle on the wall.
- She gazed at it and
memories came back.
- Strange how one thing
should stand out among the rest.
- Especially in a room that
was full of tack.
- She remembered all the
horses: the colt, the gelding, the black.
- She remembered too, the
one that got away.
- But the fondest of
her memories were reserved for just one horse,
- Her favourite: the
beautiful old grey.
- Tears welled in her eyes
as she stroked the old worn leather,
- And splashed into
the dust upon the floor.
- She slowly turned around,
and through the mist and tears,
- Looked sadly out through
the open door
- She could see there on
the hill the old cross that marked the grave
- Where the poor old horse
was finally laid to rest.
- She remembered all the
good times: the rides, the gallops, the trots
- Oh yes! she
certainly was the best.
- She remembered as well
the good times down by the old deep creek,
- When she rode there on a
long hot summer's day
- And she knew who would be
waiting as the sun went slowly down,
- Her friend, the
beautiful old grey.
- But that was long
ago, back when she was quite young,
- And memories were now all
that she had.
- She dried her eyes and
slowly walked back towards the house,
- Wondering why she should
be feeling so sad.
- For out there in
the paddock, so peaceful and serene
- Was another horse
enjoying the new mown hay.
- She gazed at it and
smiled ; she was looking at the horse
- That was the daughter of
her beautiful old grey
- Pancho @ Bungwahl
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