Drought in Australia.
The Khaki 'strides' upheld only by the leather plaited belt,
the colours in the checked cotton shirt and the Akubra felt
Farewell to my Dad.
A couple of things that you should know,
if and when, to the next life you must go.
Too many long scorching summers of unending heat
have passed and burned away hopes - no rain – defeat.
Yes, maybe you should beware of the rose that grows too quickly,
As the fragrance could be too over-powering, too strong or sickly.
Why and how do I love thee?
I love your good heart, you see
I love the look of you - for me.
My dear old Dad used to say, 'ya gotta e cruel to be kind',
and of that understanding I found very hard for me to find,
until into my life you came along
and I now fully understand the song.
For my new poetic friend - a special man I've met not so long ago,
- a tall, lean man with a wonderful smile - I see it - you must know.
I hope you smile when you read my poor prose,
and when I ask you to write too - there'll be no 'no's.
Out of the blue and from across the world arrived a beautiful girl Nalini,
to my computer without warning or expectation there she was in writing.
Your appreciation for nature and the written word
is to be bettered by very few I have seen or heard,
A new vessel has not character nor history,
however, an older one has wisdom and leaves mystery.
The worn and cracked vessel will dropp water for the seed to grow,