Biography of George Savige
I have been writing poems for over 40 years.
I moved from Moe in victoria to Cooranbong NSW where I met and Married my lovely wife.
We have 3 children 2 are married and glenn our Downs syndrome son lives with us.
My interests are, Writing, Bushwalking, radio and communications and computing.
lately I have become interested in Free to air Satellite TV
I have been a member of the local fire brigade and State emergency service since 1957. In October 2011 my wife, after a 53 years of a beautiful marriage passed away
George Savige's Works:
The Storm That Flew by and other poems 1990
ISBN No 0-646-00200-7 now out of print.
George Savige Poems
You cannot buy your happiness, 'Cause happiness is free. Don't you know, or can't you guess, It's there for you and me.
We went out fishing in a boat, Charlie, Wal and me. As it was cold, we wore a coat, Fishing on the sea.
The Rainbow's Gold
They told me with each Rainbow I'd find a pot of gold, And I had never proved it, But that's what I was told.
We used to sit besides the track, Watching trains go clickety clack. We'd count each carriage passing by, And smell the smoke that filled the sky.
I once owned a Bantam It wasn’t a chook. Now you cannot see one, Except in a book.
Be careful of the words you say cause death is just the blink away, and be a friend to one and all
The Loggers Day
In the bush where trees are high, Reaching up into the sky. This is where we made our cash, Cutting down the Mountain Ash.
What Is Time
It's time that marches, So they say. Where is it going? Tell me pray.
Only believe That Jesus can save. Only believe The Promise he gave.
Sometimes I’m very wide Sometimes I’m very small, Other times I’ve faded And can’t be seen at all.
I sometimes think back Through the years, Of crystal sets And burning ears.
You waltzed into my heart When I saw You on that day. You said, I love You Darling And I am here to stay.
To hospital they sent you, Feeling pretty bad. And on the day you went you Wondered what you had.
Wake Up Town
A rooster stands upon his toe, And bellows forth a mighty crow, Telling all those soundly sleeping, Light of day is slowly creeping.
Now Christmas is approaching,
And this time every year.
I think back on my childhood
And days of yesteryear.
When we would go a hunting
To find a Christmas tree.
We didn't have to buy one
But cut it down for free.