Rod Morris

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The grass is always greener on the knoll across the way.
The sea is always bluer in the far sweep of the bay.
The moon gives cause to wonder as it brightens up the night.
Your life reveals its meaning as you walk towards the light.
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A tumbledown shack at the end of a track
Somewhere to slow down, a retreat.
No hustle and bustle or corporate muscle,
Just lay back and put up your feet.
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As all of us grow older, I'm sure that we will find,
How we feel about ourselves, is just a state of mind.
Do not retire to vegetate, or sit to wait and die.
Get active, use your brain or time will pass you by.
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You can spend a lifetime searching
For the person that is self,
I'm so happy that I met me
While I still retained my health.
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Sunny morning, golden noon, rose pink twilight, silver moon.
Grey black cloud, creamy sea, lightning bright, green brown tree.
Yellow with age, white with fright, red with rage, black as night.
Green with envy, rainbow hue, in the pink, sky of blue.
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I've learnt the secrets of my land, of cool snowflake and warm white sand.
Of mighty trees that stand so tall, of whispering grass, of moreporks call.
I know the song of babbling brook; of quietness in a fern filled nook.
Of windswept coast and crashing sea, of a bush bound lake's serenity.
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Sitting in my favourite chair gazing into a fire of never-ending depth,
Long-gone thoughts appeared to me, which I did not know I'd kept.
A vision of a father as to pipers playing he and others marched to war,
Not knowing in that magic moment he would be gone for evermore.
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Why do distant stars twinkle in night skies?
Why do salty teardrops fall from misty eyes?
Why does every flower turn to face the sun?
Why do people laugh when only having fun?
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Rivers have a one-track mind, on this we can agree
The reason for they're being is to seek and find the sea.
When they are born on mountains high not knowing why they start
Though locked in ice held in a grip which cannot still their heart.
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Have worked and toiled, am now shop soiled after nearly fifty years.
Have seen some sights, had sleepless nights and also shed some tears.
Had many laughs, some overdrafts, bought things I could ill afford.
When times were tough the going rough, no time for getting bored.
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Most times when I feel the urge to write,
The hands on the clock are well past midnight.
Within my head countless words run around,
Hoping I'll use them they're meanings unwound.
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Have you ever looked into a fire, with coals of orange red?
Have you gone on flights of fancy, with the thoughts within your head?

Have you ever lain upon the grass, and watched the clouds float by?
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Somewhere in shadow hides my fate, I am at ease to live and wait.
For all the years I've lived thus long, are merely first chords of a song.
The song of standing on my own, just me to face the great unknown.
The song of having to ignite, the flame that makes my future bright.
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Deep within this white-haired head of mine resides a memory bank,
It contains my life's great moments plus the people I should thank.
Family hours which were spent picnicking at some summer beach,
Bedtime stories told with love in hope that they would teach.
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Frosty mornings, ice-armoured puddles, cobweb strung with beads of dew.
Reluctant folk beneath warm blankets, rugged up fighting off the flu.
Car roofs and windows glazed with ice, hard-hearted water in your hose.
Frozen fingers shortened tempers, cold that's reaching for your toes.
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Of course I love ya darlin you're a bloody top-notch guy,
And sometimes I remember you used to make me sigh.
Your bum it was a beauty the lust in all my dreams,
Now I mend your trousers since you've split the bloody seams.
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There are times in your life when the road seems so long.

When you think to yourself just what else can go wrong?
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If you are ever in Australia and would like a change of pace,
Just four hours south of Sydney, I know this magic place.
Drive down the Prince's highway, past Bulli, Wollongong.
Through Port Kembla and Kiama, where the blowhole sings its song.
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He walks around the house all day upon his face a smirk.
The hours he likes to while away whilst I do all the work.
Then when he lies upon the couch, I look from up above.
Into those deep-set hazel eyes that mirror his deep love.
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I have wandered around the outback, camped out in the mulga scrub.
And I'm not the first to quench my thirst at a tin-roofed country pub.
I have lain upon my bedroll, caressed by firelight.
Then gazed in awe at what I saw on a cold star-studded night.
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The Best Poem Of Rod Morris

Illusions

The grass is always greener on the knoll across the way.
The sea is always bluer in the far sweep of the bay.
The moon gives cause to wonder as it brightens up the night.
Your life reveals its meaning as you walk towards the light.

The road may seem unbending as you trudge towards your goal.
The workload seems unending as you give your heart and soul.
The dreams you strive so hard for may change from day to day.
So don't glance back look straight ahead, you'll surely find the way.

The things that are worth having you will find don't cost a lot.
If your neighbours are affluent, don't yearn for what they've got.
The riches most worth having are your family, friends and health.
When you have all of these together, you're the person with the wealth

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