{"product_id":"2940046521979","title":"Short Stories in Rhyme","description":"\u003cp\u003eCONTENTS\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eMY FRIEND\u003cbr\u003eIf you needed my eyes to see for you\u003cbr\u003ethe light of the moon or a star\u003cbr\u003eTO SEE, TO TOUCH, TO BE\u003cbr\u003eTo awake and watch the sunrise\u003cbr\u003ein colours red and gold\u003cbr\u003eTHE PARADE\u003cbr\u003eThe band struck up the anthem\u003cbr\u003eas the soldiers moved along main\u003cbr\u003eWISHES\u003cbr\u003eA rising river miles away washes dirt and black soil clay\u003cbr\u003ethrough gullies deep until this place I see\u003cbr\u003eTHE LONELY BUSHMANS MATE\u003cbr\u003eEven with his woolly coat\u003cbr\u003ethe wind still blew right through\u003cbr\u003eLOOKING BACK\u003cbr\u003eHe looked back at the little boy\u003cbr\u003eand pulled a funny face\u003cbr\u003eTHE MARINERS MEANING IN LIFE\u003cbr\u003eLoose the mooring ropes me hearties\u003cbr\u003eleave the harbor lights behind\u003cbr\u003eNATURES PEST CONTROL\u003cbr\u003eTime is short and time flies by\u003cbr\u003eand outback sun dehydrates\u003cbr\u003eOCEAN STORM\u003cbr\u003eRolling restless water flows\u003cbr\u003eand ebbs from soaking sand\u003cbr\u003eA REMINDER\u003cbr\u003eShe’s the rose without the thorn\u003cbr\u003eshe’s the light on winters morn\u003cbr\u003eTHE RIVER RED GUM\u003cbr\u003eShe stood on the banks of the darling\u003cbr\u003ejust out of Bourke the town\u003cbr\u003eRABBITS\u003cbr\u003eSoft and furry with fluffy tail\u003cbr\u003ea pet in children’s sleep\u003cbr\u003eSMILES IN STONE\u003cbr\u003eTo acres of marble monuments through gates of no return\u003cbr\u003ewhere angels rest with smiles set in faces of weathered stone\u003cbr\u003eTHE PIONEERS HOUSE\u003cbr\u003eOf wattle and daub and plank and board\u003cbr\u003ethe settlers house still stands\u003cbr\u003eRIVER TO OCEAN TO CLOUDS\u003cbr\u003eShe’d lived by the river\u003cbr\u003ehe’d first met her there\u003cbr\u003eSEVENTH HEAVEN\u003cbr\u003eOf gidgee alone, by soot covered stone\u003cbr\u003ea fire alive in its place\u003cbr\u003eTHE SWAGMANS DOG\u003cbr\u003eHe was a leftover from the depression\u003cbr\u003ethat finished twenty years before\u003cbr\u003eA DAY IN HER LIFE\u003cbr\u003eShe’s the infinity of spirit gentle\u003cbr\u003eand as light as eiderdown\u003cbr\u003eTHE SILENT PARTNER\u003cbr\u003eShe’d given her life as a farmer’s wife\u003cbr\u003elived with the drought on the land\u003cbr\u003eWESTERN AUSTRALIA BY FIRELIGHT\u003cbr\u003eIn the still and quiet bush twilight\u003cbr\u003eas sunset leaves the sky\u003cbr\u003eTHE WEDDING DRESS\u003cbr\u003eThe wedding dress was an ivory shade\u003cbr\u003ebordered with handmade lace\u003cbr\u003eTHE WRONG SIDE OF THIRTY NINE\u003cbr\u003eWhen time is short and the game near played\u003cbr\u003eand forty plus on the scoreboard\u003cbr\u003eALL SHE WANTED FOR CHRISTMAS\u003cbr\u003eHe kissed his wife and lover\u003cbr\u003eand hugged his children three\u003cbr\u003eFROM ONE EXTREME TO ANOTHER\u003cbr\u003eFluid the flooding river\u003cbr\u003eof rain when fallen, flows\u003cbr\u003eIN WAYS MYSTERIOUS\u003cbr\u003eIf God wills the rains will come\u003cbr\u003eand the earth will drink ‘til full\u003cbr\u003eVENGENCE NEVER ENDED\u003cbr\u003eThe buzz of the bee begins with flight\u003cbr\u003ebuzzing by contented\u003cbr\u003eA FISH STORY\u003cbr\u003eUsually when he told a lie\u003cbr\u003eof fish he’d caught on line\u003cbr\u003eI COULD\u003cbr\u003eI could walk the hills of my homeland\u003cbr\u003eor over mountains carved in stone\u003cbr\u003eECHOES OF FLORENCE\u003cbr\u003eWith footfall light through dark of night\u003cbr\u003ethe sentinel finds her way\u003cbr\u003eGOLD TO SILVER TO STONE\u003cbr\u003eLook there in gold she raises\u003cbr\u003ea silent glowing ball\u003cbr\u003eTHE PARTY\u003cbr\u003eIt’s time to leave the party\u003cbr\u003eI know you don’t want to go\u003cbr\u003eTHE BLADE SHEARER\u003cbr\u003eHe was a shearer from the outback\u003cbr\u003ehis blows were self taught style\u003cbr\u003eBOGGED\u003cbr\u003eThere’s no moonlight, just a star lit night\u003cbr\u003ewith the colour of the darkness all around\u003cbr\u003eBUSH POETS NIGHT\u003cbr\u003eNorth Bourke hotel, bush poets night\u003cbr\u003estories tall but true\u003cbr\u003eDUST, STORM, RAIN\u003cbr\u003eThe sun shines through in silver\u003cbr\u003ered clouds of grit wind blown\u003cbr\u003eCASKET OF MEMORIES\u003cbr\u003eThe casket held pictures and pieces\u003cbr\u003efrom the corners of this land\u003cbr\u003eCHILDRENS IMAGINATION\u003cbr\u003eOf seas and trees and mountain breeze\u003cbr\u003eof frogs and toads and streams\u003cbr\u003eDAYDREAM VAPOUR\u003cbr\u003eSometimes red in colour\u003cbr\u003esometimes a lighter grey\u003cbr\u003eA DOGS LIFE\u003cbr\u003eAh, it’s nice to doze in the sun\u003cbr\u003e‘til my human arrives back home\u003cbr\u003eDREAMING BY THE DARLING RIVER\u003cbr\u003eThey’ve irradiated Indian ground\u003cbr\u003eand the earth of Pakistan too\u003cbr\u003eDROUGHT IN DEFEAT\u003cbr\u003eOur wait was always with question\u003cbr\u003eour hope was in decline\u003cbr\u003eMY DARLING RIVER\u003cbr\u003eSunny Sunday, warm all around\u003cbr\u003eshady tree and stubbies brown\u003cbr\u003eEDGE OF THE NEST\u003cbr\u003eI see your son as he walks away\u003cbr\u003eout into the light of a clear sunny day\u003cbr\u003eA SOFTER SIDE\u003cbr\u003eI hear your stories of floods and drought\u003cbr\u003eof an outback as wide as the sky\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"Peter M. 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