Rod Morris

Rookie - 171 Points (14-09-1934 / Auckland, New Zealand)

Rod Morris Poems

1. Remember 5/22/2011
2. Our Birdbath 12/25/2011
3. Memories From Way Back When 12/27/2011
4. Growing Up 12/27/2011
5. Bush Magic 8/15/2012
6. Best Of Friends 8/15/2012
7. Been There Done That 8/15/2012
8. Seasons 8/15/2012
9. A Friend In Need 8/15/2012
10. More Or Less 8/15/2012
11. Morning Glory 8/15/2012
12. Paradise Not Lost 8/15/2012
13. Smiles 8/15/2012
14. Storm Scene 8/15/2012
15. Times Change 8/15/2012
16. Trade Made 8/15/2012
17. Two's Better 8/15/2012
18. Unwealthy 8/15/2012
19. West Coast Memories 8/15/2012
20. The Barbecue 8/15/2012
21. Time Span 8/15/2012
22. Gift Of Life 8/15/2012
23. Shadows 8/15/2012
24. Our New Zealand 8/15/2012
25. The Lover 8/15/2012
26. Night And Day 8/15/2012
27. Imagination 8/15/2012
28. One Fatherless 8/15/2012
29. Whenever 8/15/2012
30. Soulmates 8/15/2012
31. Tranquillity 8/15/2012
32. Smitten 8/30/2012
33. Dreams 9/22/2013
34. My Shopping List 10/13/2013
35. Its What You Make It 10/13/2013
36. Uneducated Mirrors 10/13/2013
37. Marriage - What For 10/17/2013
38. Let Me Think 10/30/2013
39. Life's A Garden 10/30/2013
40. Bewitched 11/10/2013

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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 ...

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Our Birdbath

Outside our lounge window stands a birdbath I made,
And every morning I can now watch charades.

Birds line the rail of a moss-covered fence,
Impatiently waiting their turn to commence.

Blackbirds the big boys they take centre stage,
They plunge and preen while the little guys rage.

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