Life             by       way2gokev

I was born                                     such a lovely baby

I was a child                                 moms pride and joy

I was a teen                                   so rebellious

I am an adult                                 a man of the world

I am living                                        house on 4 wheels

Been married                                born 5 kids

Divorced                                          now a partner

Have worked                                 Now retired

Laughed                                            See the funny side

Have danced                                   till morning

Have cried                                         heaps of times

Been Injured                                     now mended

Had a heart attack                         but still ticking

Worked hard                                     still do

Have travelled                                   now a Nomad

Played sport                                        had ago

Climbed ladders                                never fell off

Been electrocuted                            still alive

Broke a bone                                        It mended

Had money                                            now gone

Had many things                                just possessions

Could run                                                now walk

Drive anything                                      still can

Been deaf                                                  still am

Can sing                                                      not very good

Can build                                                    good with hands

Can write                                                    try my best

Computer literate                                  just a tad

Can cook                                                      any-thing

Can sleep                                                      like a baby

Drop a tree                                                  use a chainsaw

Play cards                                                     always

Gamble                                                           not much

Ride a horse                                                 used to

Fix a car                                                           not a new one

Lost loved ones                                          experienced grief

Been dead                                                      not yet

Love country                                                 I understand

Hate war                                                         such a waste

Love people                                                  tolerate some

Wear shoes                                                   no boots

Light fires                                                      with a match

Skin animals                                                 yea if dead

Butcher meat                                              when I need to

Love animals                                               everyone

Ride a horse                                                 never fell off

Pick fruit                                                         when ripe

Eat fruit                                                            so sweet

Grow vegetables                                        when I can

Make a bed                                                     just pull it up

Sew and knit                                                 not likely

Wash a vehicle                                             with a hose

Can swim                                                        to the bottom

Train a horse                                                used to

Pick my nose                                                why not

Clean teeth                                                   false

Split wood                                                     use an axe

Have sex                                                       when I can

Kiss and cuddle                                         like that

Tell a joke                                                      not very good

Talk a bit                                                        some times

Open a window                                        when I need to

Change a wheel                                         big or small

Drive machinery                                       like a pro

Write poetry                                                have a go

Give to charity                                            only change

Love fishing                                                  don’t catch much

Comb my hair                                              have none

Cut my nails                                                  no pick them

and life still goes on, and on and on but now I am being silly

and I have missed out something intentional that many believe that is what life is all about….. but not me…far to many other things to do

Feel free to add or guess what is missing but most of all treat it as fun.

The Pain Of Drought



Kevin L Fairbrother

Drought in Australia occurs on a regular basis through-out the country. Is a devastating  experience for the men and women who try to make a living off their land.

Most Australians never experience the pain associated with drought, except  at the super market when the price of fruit, vegetables and meat suddenly goes sky high due to the lack of supply.

During my travels last year western Queensland was in severe drought, Northern Territory wasn’t much better. Cattle were dying through lack of feed and water, farmers tried to find agistment in the south, where in some parts feed was plentiful

The cost of transporting cattle and sheep to places where there was feed became cost prohibitive and so many cattle and sheep were left to starve to death or were shot to end their suffering.

It is a sad tale of life on the land in the Australian outback and prompted me to put pen to paper one night when I was camped on the Barkly where the smell of dead and dying cattle drifted on the dry westerly wind.

As a farmer in Tasmania I feel I can handle most things but the experience  of the pain, the smell, the thousands of Kites circling the dead and dying stock,  to see the calves at their mothers feet to weak to stand, has left an indelible memory that I will never forget.


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The Pain of Drought


Kevin L Fairbrother


The road trains full of emancipated cattle roar by

Heading south to somewhere that is lush and green

For the big dry out west as tightened it’s grip

As the dry westerly winds lay the paddocks bare

The cows they roar and moan and stamp their feet

At the struggling calves that lay dying in the dirt and dust

The Kites on high circle the scene of death and dying

As the mothers walk away they dive bomb the carcasses

The cattle cluster round the dwindling water holes and shade

Their skeleton clearly visible held together by skin and bone

The heat so intense they endure .. together with the millions of flies

A scene so horrendous you just cant help the tears in your eyes

The lean and tall farmer looks over his dying herd of cattle

And wonders why mother nature can be so bloody cruel

I’ve nurtured these cows from birth, they are my pride and joy

And to watch this scene of my dying stock… Mate it hurts

To bloody late to shift this lot off,  he says out loud

I must end their suffering as quickly as I can

He heads to the Toyota to fetch his gun

Walks back to the herd with a tear and a heavy heart

With an anguished look and tears in his eye, he fires his gun

As the last one falls he looks on with pain etched on his brow

I best bury them deeply before the night falls

And heads to the homestead to fetch the machinery

As he drives he mumbles to himself the bloody politicians don’t care

And the city folk, well it’s outa sight outa mind with them

They can rest easy in their homes and comfortable beds

Whilst I toss and turn with mind racing of how to survive this devastation.

He returns to the macabre scene of blood, bodies and gore

The Kites in their thousands lift off from the bodies of the cattle

He digs a large hole and buries them deeply as night falls

And hopes that he doesn’t have to repeat the process with the stock that’s left.

The farmer heads home and is greeted by his wife at the door

He sobs in her arms and she says… I’m so sorry but it had to be done

We will look to the new day and hope the drought breaks

Knowing that Mother Nature will always have her way  

Time Flies By

Time Flies By

By Kevin L Fairbrother

As we grow older, time just seems to fly

We welcome the new day and in no time

Well, we are looking at the night sky

We forget to do what we had just done

We can’t do what we used to, but try

We have to watch our diet both day and night

A night sleep is always interrupted

As the medication keeps us awake

And the bladder, well mate- it just won’t wait

The past we wondered how we coped

Raising a family with a full time job

Now it’s a full time job just remembering

What we need and what someone tells us

We have no need of a fancy watch

For it would have no hope, of keeping up

So we spend our time living in the past

To stop the time from speeding up

Crowds of people, create too much noise

And driving in traffic brings us no joy

We look for somewhere quite to hide

Spend our time saying sorry, I did not hear

The younger generation doesn’t understand

For they, challenge with what would you, know

The past is so different from what is now

So back in your corner, old man

Growing old is a race to the grave

A race that we will never win

For medication just keeps us going

As we wait our time in a rocking chair

For time means nothing… It, just flies by

I’m Not Alone

I’m Not Alone


Kevin L Fairbrother


Alone now, for all the campers have departed

I sit by the campfire and watch it glow

I think about the  many friends I’ve made

Whilst camping at the Reserve at Port Albert


The many stories that were told by the fires warmth

Will live in my memory, to be retold at night

For the nightfall is when you feel most alone

As the day time sounds just meld away


The moon all full slowly rises to turn the night to day

As the winds bends and twist the trees around me

I hear  the night-time sounds of the bush awaken

They comfort me,  for I feel I’m not alone


The night owl woo woo’s, the koala grunts deeply

The Kangaroo and Wallaby thump their tails upon the ground

As the stars burst forth in a brilliant twinkling array

I head for bed knowing, I am not alone


With sadness I will soon move on from this place so peaceful

For my time here has rekindled my soul and spirit

For all to soon I will be amongst the traffic and lots of people

and stress and pressure will not allow me to feel alone