Poems

For so many people life's so very hard
Homelessness, want and oppression has left them mentally scarred
So much so that many of them become mentally ill
They spend their time climbing on steep no hope hill
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He doesn't talk to anybody not even a hello or good day
And his neighbours who know him by sight only refer to him as 'Nothing To Say'
In a one bedroom basement flat he lives on his own and he does not have friends or so 'twould appear
But old Mrs Lats his near neighbour of one bad word against him will not hear.
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The first woman to climb Mt Cook in New Zealand on the third of December in the year of nineteen hundred and ten
Freda Du Faur the Sydney born mountain climber as good a climber as the best of men
And yet her life it was so very tragic her long time lover Muriel Cadogan at a young age died
And Freda herself who had developed a mental illness five days before her fifty third birthday comitted suicide
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We learn something new from living and from Nature every day
And you never do stop learning though the years have left you gray
So much to learn of flora flowers, weeds, grasses, shrubs and trees
And of insects that fly and crawl and of wasps and flies and bees
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The high road closed to traffic you can't drive that way
And in the high mountain village kids with snowballs play
And it snowed in Olinda four inches today
In the coldest part of Sherbrooke some venture to say.
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He is not what you'd call a nice person and he is sadly lacking in charm
But he is trying to improve his self image and he does not wish on others harm
You will meet far worse people than him but on saying that 'twould seem fair to say
That he has plenty of room for self improvement he is not perfect in any way
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The celebrities of the Human World of their life stories we know
But the legends they come and the legends they go
People die and babies are born every day
And the Reaper on all lives has the final say
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It's a long way from Australia more than twelve thousand miles away
From County Cork and Ireland and the fields of Claraghatlea
But Mick Kelleher made that air trip he returned on holiday
And though the journey proved quite tiring he enjoyed his three months stay.
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I am not a well known person and I've never known fame
Yet everywhere I go to someone calls me by my name
And everywhere I go to someone will say hello
And say I've never met you before though you I seem to know.
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The mountain roads are so steep in New Zealand
For miles and miles they just wind up and down
You crawl down hill and labour up the steep slope
A sixty miles slow drive to nearest town.
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