I look far to the naked hills
Across the stony gibber plains
It's winter but the day is hot
Sharp is the focus of my sight
But clarity's now drowned by sweat
The many flies in this wilderness
Wanting shade inside my felt hat
There's no river to quench my thirst
And no breeze to cool my hot brow
First explorers hopes here were dashed
That longed to find an inland sea
They found nothing in this dead world
But they were wrong as they can be
Birds wings fluttered and creatures crawled
Where men so often fear to tread
Emus, Kites, Gibberbirds, Dingos too
You'll find them stalking for smaller prey
Geckos, desert mice and snakes galore
Humans too when they've lost their way
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Image bottom found at www.jenniferspryausbirding.blogspot.com
Do you remember years ago
Life's adventure was growing up
You just couldn't wait to begin
From baby steps to giant leaps
Never was much beyond our dreams
Sky the limit and much, much more
No door was ever closed to us
For that never entered our mind
The mayor might give us a prize
But that age has now passed us by
Forgotten now by one and all
Our target now is just good health
Senior ways now do hold us fast
With aching limbs and greying hair
We watch the young with jealous eyes
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I'm always tired now
Even at the break of day
At the sun's welcome
I wept late last night
Silly me looking at photos
All those old ones gone
It is a struggle
To remember all their names
Relatives and friends
They had mixed feelings
Who said it was not much fun
Approaching a ton
I had a look at
Their black and white photographs
When times were hard
One did say to me
That he did not look forward
To being a freak
I'm reading a book
The hundred year old man who
climbed out the window
and disappeared by
the Swedish author who is
Jonas Jonasson
Hope I'm that active
And use all my memories
To keep on writing
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This is my 99th post to Sunday Scribblings 2. I missed a prompt last Christmas when I was in the wilds of Tasmania!
Edmund had kept the precious bottle of wine for many years in a cool dark place saying "We'll open that on our anniversary" to his wife Jean but sadly she sought the company of angels before that event.
Heartbroken, even he forgot that old dusty bottle now aged to perfection in the cellar and became a recluse living in the past.
Old Man Time's hand then too reached down for Edmund for him to pay his respects to those in heaven.
Edmund's family came down from up north to the funeral and dispose of the furniture and effects but there was nothing they wanted except a few family photos.
So they arranged for their father's next door neighbors, the Burke's to arrange the disposal of everything else and told them to take anything they fancied and even paid them for that service.
Jim Burke and his wife happily did that as they had been friends with the old couple for many years and soon the place was emptied except for the cellar and they were surprised to find a bottle of Australian Penfold Grange 1971 wine there worth the best part of $1000 waiting for them.
Image found at www.winehouse.com.au
Oh what strange creatures we are
Living our lives without a care
Playing, laughing here and there
Learning, toiling
Eyeing, flirting
Losing, hurting
Until that day
We find the one
That now makes our world complete
Then we two unite as one
Working hard out in the sun
Resting when the day is done
Digging, sowing
Blooming, growing
Loving, making
Birthing, rearing
For we're the ones
Surviving now in our embrace
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My thoughts are jumbled
No longer can I see straight
Age wearies me now
Mirror where am I?
My illustrious past gone
Gurgling down the drain
Young man do you hide?
Gone my habitual ways
Frail in mind and limb
I scent treachery
Where have all the flowers gone?
I feel so weedy
Lover where are you?
Pretty girls all in a row
They look not on me
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It was now early morning
I looked across the valley
A mist was rising, drifting
Through the shadowy treetops
Sun's brilliant morning light
Revealing hidden treasures
Now before my watchful eyes
While her warmth enlivens all
The secret world before me
Silver sparkling water falls
Into the abyss below
Birds sing their holy carols
To the new born break of day
Tidings of great joy for all
My flesh quivers with delight
Wild nature tames even me
Strolling over that hill's pass
My happy face glows with tears
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