Frank Halliwell Poems
|3.||The Old Station||9/16/2008|
|8.||The Beaten Track||9/17/2008|
|9.||To A Newborn Child||9/17/2008|
|20.||The Deadly Mile||9/16/2008|
|22.||Flight Of Fancy||9/16/2008|
|28.||The Evil Net||9/22/2008|
|34.||The Soil Expert||9/28/2008|
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I've drifted for these sixty years,
And never really known,
Where life would lead eventually,
Ere the bird of time had flown.
I've always envied those around,
Who've found some means to sway.
The thoughts and views of others,
To change the world some way.
For there's no doubt it needs changing,
It's apparent everywhere,
That half the world is hungry,
And the other half don't care.
But what to do, to make one's mark,
This emptiness to fill,
Inspired things on canvas
It seems a year or two at most that Luke has been around,
But nine have passed since first I spied him at the Brisbane pound.
He stood in dogdom's big house, all ears and tongue and smile,
The model of a friendly dog, without a trace of guile.
'Please, that one in the second cage, with the german shepherd look! '
The attendant riffled pages, and he found him in his book.
'It says that he's half kelpie and he called Carina home,
And that his name is Luke, and that he sometimes likes t