Charles Flesfader Poems

Parade ground, Cerberus, one dismal, foggy morn,
Weather-beaten face, beneath a battered old hat
This man was “Navy; ” to the sea, surely born,
With swaggering gait, he left no doubt of that.
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From The Land Down-Under

G'day from the Land Down Under,
A place of awe and sheer wonder…..
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Cruisin’ the Murray, out of Olde Echuca Town
Is a riverboat of renown, jewel in Echuca’s crown.
Pride of both the River, and her crew:
Dip yer hats, lads ‘n’ ladies, to “Emmy Lou”
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It's an elusive thing, that man calls 'Grace.'
So difficult to define, yet sufficient to say,
We meet it sometimes, with it's unique place
In hearts and souls of a different way:
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Coming Home (a humble ditty)

Sorry, been absent from this Board,
Five months, up the eastern seaboard.
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