The Day Awakens

The Day Awakens
By Kevin L Fairbrother








A winking of the day to come
Not a cloud in the waking sky
In the chook yard feathers strum
As a rooster sends out his cry

The mocking bird makes noises
He knows not his own
In the barn the night owl perches
Will sleep the day alone

Sitting on the back-yard fence
A Magpie sings a sweet tune
The cattle dogs are tense
At the disappearing moon

A Starling with a nest in the eaves
Attends to her brood’s cry
As the sun rays strike the hills dew
The flies awaken in hoards they spew

The northerly wind sweeps the plain
Wakens the trees limbs and leaves
The roses in bloom release champagne
And attract lots of roving honey bees

Rabbits run around and around on the grassy dew
Down the path the ants form and endless que
Lambs search and bother mom for milk
The spiders inspect their lunch wrapped in silk

Brilliant colored butterflies dance in the air
In the barn mice play without a care
On the pond reeds, a frog croaks
Possums head home to their hollows by the creek

Ducks in the yard search for a feed of seed
Quack, quacking following the lead
Lizards climb the rocks to bake in the sun
Under the eaves the swallows mud nest all done

Foals and mares prance in the Lucerne paddock
Awakening muscles to burn off a full stomach
As a tiger snake moves in for a strike
On a young plover, the ones they like

The eagle soars overhead but not heard
The plovers get in to protection overdrive
The cows and sheep bellow for their hay
For the farmer is coming into view

Animals search for shelter from the midday heat
And head for water and shade by the creek
The day slowly draws down as the sun heads west
Soon the heat of the day will be gone, time for rest

Working Mans Dream


Kevin L Fairbrother


It’s a working man I’ve been

Now have freedom up my sleeve

Stress and worry I leave behind

Travel this country in my own time


The friends I meet the places I see

Is the only reward due to me

No time to dwell on the pastImage (11)

Adventure before dementia, I ask


I’ll travel the roads of the great outback

My mind taking pictures of what I see

I wave to travellers that wave to me

Listen to Slim on my country cd


There is no rush for there is plenty to see

In the desserts up the mountains or by the sea

The dirt and tar I’ll travel without a care

I’ve become a Nomad and travel everywhere



Kevin L Fairbrother




True friends are hard to find

ones that never put you down

True friends are hard to keep

If you sling mud at their feet


Friends may come and go

Some tread on your toes

Others make your day worthwhile

They put a smile on your dial



F                      Faithful, respectful and trustworthy

R                      Resilient when times are tough

I                       Indescribable there mate-ship to you

E                     Enrich your life with care and attention

N                     Never say no when trouble strikes

D                     Dependable and always available

S                    Sustain your faith in humankind

Friends are made not bought

Take the time to say G’day

Ask them are they Ok

Embrace their friendship

And make their day.

Welcome Swallow


The Welcome Swallow


Kevin L Fairbrother

Every year just before the onset of Spring

The Welcome Swallow visits our farm

We have endured the harshness of Winter

And the Swallow a welcome site for sure


For the Swallow hails warming weather

Brings cheer to us for we know Winter is past

For this tiny bird has flown from the Gulf country of Oz

To the temperate climate of southern Australia


Never landing on the ground, resting on poles and wires

These masters of flight gather their food on the wing

Visits our shores to renovate their home under the eves

For they are life- long partners these Welcome Swallows


The birds court and mate within our sight

Such a natural wonderful display they put on

Then it’s time to repair the old nest with mud

And feather the bottom where she will lay her eggs


The female sits on the eggs in the mud built nest

Whilst the male feeds and tends her every need

For days and weeks, she keeps the eggs warm

Until the day when the hatching occurs


The hatching comes then the Swallows hard work begins

From early dawn till the sun sets in the west

They both spend their time catching food for the young

All of it caught whilst they are on the wing


With warming days there are lots of insects to collect

As the Swallows fly in and out to the young in the nest

Their wide open mouths and the calls of feed me

They gulp down all the food that mom and dad bring


With three hungry mouths to feed the parents never stop

It’s nonstop gathering of insects and bugs

Such amazing aerobatics the Swallows put on a show

As we gaze in awe at their flying skills


The parents return to the nest through-out the day

No time to rest must keep up the supply of food

For the noisy young demand to be fed and pampered

For they are building their strength and exercising their wings


Then the day comes it’s is time to leave the nest

Encouraged by mom and dad they take the plunge

Out of the nest, under the verandah they fly to the power lines

Then look around amazed then take off following their parents


They stay around the house for a couple of months

For we love to see this family of five Welcome Swallows

Then one day in late February they disappeared

We were sad to see these Welcome Swallows go


But we know that when next winter is over

And the sun once again is warming

We will be happy and overjoyed

To once again have the company of the Welcome Swallows

Life Choices



Kevin L Fairbrother

He sat in his rocking chair, willing time to pass

A stubby of beer in his hand and a fag in his mouth

Rocking to the country music blaring in the background

This man so alone, thinking about his last breath

Once a family man of great strength and character

Working days spent at the saw mill in the bush

Sucking on rollies through-out the working day

Never thinking that one day he would be short of breath

The ravages of life choices, booze and fags will shorten your time

For now his ravaged body is but a shadow of it self

Lacking in energy, can’t work, crippled with pain hard to walk

His body once full of life, now dying from life choices

Slowly the man lifts the beer to savior the nectar he needs

Time is suddenly frozen for he never gets his last drink

His body slumped he has succumbed, no pain now, just silence

The rocking chair now still, his body lifeless and growing cold

Life choices have taken this man too early, he was so young

He had the choice to not drink alcohol or smoke tobacco

He had the choice of living a long and productive life

But LIFE CHOICES ended his time on earth to soon

Eucalyptus Gunnii (cider gum)

The full Moon ablaze in the night sky

Beams down on the dead and dying Cider Gums

Their ghostly silhouettes, so white and stark

Now just a reminder of the past

The Central Plateau, the High Country of Tasmania

Is or was home to these magnificent trees

Now there bleached skeletons tell the story

That the environment in which they flourished has changed

Grazed extensively by native and domestic animals

Used by the aboriginals, settlers and trappers

The Cider Gum leaf, was used to make cider

And the sweet scent used to freshen homes

Eucalypts Gunnii (Cider Gum) unique to Tasmania

Once so prevalent and used in a variety of ways

Now standing forlorn, dead and slowly dying

Their limbs and branches bleached white by the sun

Many attempts have been made to re-introduce the gums

But the changing environment and pressure from the wildlife

Has meant that the Cider Gum is facing a loosing battle

For the seasons have changed, not enough rainfall and hot summers

And the  snow no longer on the ground for weeks on end

Such a unique and magnificent shade tree, stepped in history

Will soon be a distant memory and extinct

Will be left to the old timers to tell about the Cider Gums

For I have doubts that mother nature can revitalize Eucalyptus Gunnii100_1082

Burning Daylight- What does it mean?



Kevin L Fairbrother


Burning Daylight what ever does it mean

Could be about your daily routine

Or the hours you work from daylight to dusk

Maybe it means how you use the daylight hours

For your own satisfaction and well-being

To me it’s about crawling out of bed

After a restless night sleep from the heat

As evident from the crumpled and soaked sheets

As I greet the burning sun’s rays that announce the new day

Have to face the new day of heat, dust and flies

What-ever the weather there is work to be done

So it’s on with the shorts, t-shirt and wide brimmed hat

And a liberal smothering of sun screen with high UV

Gather my pack of bottled water then on my bike with dogs in tow

Down to the long paddock to gather the sheep

Already the shimmering horizon beggar’s belief

For the hot dry wind burns the air I’m trying to breathe

Burning daylight it’s like the earth is on fire

For it saps my energy, dulls my brain and sweat rolls off

Man and dog must be crazy to be burning daylight in this heat

As the temperature climbs to well above 50 degrees

No shade and no relief from the creek that has run dry

With the dogs panting we gather the sheep and lambs

And push on to the homestead and out of the heat dust and flies

For there will be shelter, shade and cool water to drink

I sit on the porch the dog at my feet and enjoy a feed and a drink

As the daylight hours fade away to a night sky

But there is no relief for the heat still lingers and burns

I know I will be facing the burning of daylight hours yet again 

Made my day

Made My Day


Kevin L Fairbrother

I haven’t put pen to paper in quite awhile as the days have been spent working and enjoying the great Tasmanian weather, nights, well by the time I cook a meal and sit down and enjoy that meal, watch a bit of news it is time to lay the weary bones down on a nice soft bed and rejuvenate the body through sleep.

There have been days that I have put in my memory bank and also jotted notes on paper to prompt me when the cold winter days are upon us and I will have lots of time to write.

I know, that there are many writers out there who put pen to paper religiously every day but I am not that way inclined as there are a great deal of other things going on that are more important and take most of my available time. The least of which is being alive and taking on board the new day with a background of peace and tranquility and knowing that I am safe and secure in little old Tasmania with it’s laid back lifestyle.

Whilst the rest of the world maybe in turmoil with unrest, natural disasters, wars, dictatorships, hardship and poverty just to name a few, here in my home I just let it pass me by, for I know that I cannot influence, nor change what is happening all over the planet.

I will go about my daily work effort as best I can and enjoy and live life the way I want taking into account what is happening around my immediate country area.

For there will be days that make that day special and lift your spirits and make you glad that you are alive.




Kevin L Fairbrother

Whilst mending the broken wire fence

A large shadow passed over head

So big, day turned to night for a second

Made me lift my head and look to the sky

Flying past, low to the ground was a bird of prey

So majestic so silent and fluid as it passed by

It’s large talons spread wide and eyes searching

A massive body with enormous wings

The tail feathers so distinct and wedge shaped

Dark brown in color with a golden crest

Large eyes and a massive hooked beak

Could only be a Wedge Tailed Eagle

I looked in awe as the Eagle passed by

Noting that there was another high in the sky

Smaller and a lighter in color a fledgling

Not long from the nest and learning the ropes

The mother so effortly soaring  on the thermals

Flapping the large wings when close to the ground

Ducking and diving and searching for prey

Showing the younger bird how it must be done

I leant upon the fence amazed at what I was witnessing

These birds of prey flying and strutting their stuff

Twisting and turning, soaring and diving, endlessly searching

A natural wonder right before my eyes

But all to soon the birds were out of site

And I was spellbound at what I had seen

The natural world of birds of prey

I felt privileged It made my day 

making hay while the sun shines

Making Hay


Kevin Fairbrother

Gradually winter fades, spring has begun

The ground will warm up, the grass will grow

The winter rains, the spring sunshine, now for summer

This will make the grass grow and grow

The hot days with storms and rain

The grass is getting longer every day

Time to prepare the mower and hay rake

And make sure the baler is in ship shape

Plenty of grease in all moving places

The knives sharpened, bolts replaced

Machinery is ready for the harvest

Come December and hot dry weather

The disc mower attached to the tractor

Whirs into action to mow down the grass

Cutting the grass close to the ground, lays it flat

In the 10 acre paddock on the river flat

The paddock all cut in neat flat rows

Will need lots of sunshine to dry it out

A couple of warm hot days be ready to turn

Once turned another day be ready to bale

The baler hooked up begins to thump

As the pick-up feeds in the dry grass

The needle whirs and threads the string

The first bale rolls off the machine

Hour after hour the baler spits out bales

Soon the paddock is filled with square bales

The men move in with the flat tray truck

Load the bales with sweat and strength

The bales carted and under cover

The hay making machines now quite

The men gather around for a beer and a feed

The hay making done for another year

I had a dream

I Had A Dream


Kevin L Fairbrother


My paid working life as come to a end

Not rich… Not Poor… On a pension

With a lifetime of memories to recall

I am rich in experience that I will pass on

I had a dream that when I retired

I would work less and enjoy life more

But that dream did not become reality

As I am working more and relaxing less

Maybe the cause is my management of time

With family and friends taking up my waking hours

Or it may be because I don’t get out of bed till 9am

And half the day has gone and I’m not even dressed

There is always something to do, or somewhere to go

And there is never enough hours to do what I’ve set myself

But deep down I don’t mind as it occupies my day

As I just cant recollect where my time was spent

The words above I just wrote in the last hour

After cutting and splitting 4 ton of firewood

I felt the need to justify my time by writing this poem

For my new dream is to become a writer of poetry