Made my day

Made My Day

By

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.

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MADE MY DAY

by

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 

words

WORDS

by

Kevin L Fairbrother

 

Thoughts in mind

Words on paper

Message within

Digest and change

Topics and choices

Judge or refrain

Love… Hate

Religion…Praise

Natural…Un-natural

The sky… the earth

Family…Friends

Death…Destruction

Life…Death

Living…Dying

Animals…Types

Words…Together

Unique…Transformed

Insight… Mind

A poem is born

Read… Appreciated

Comment…Feedback

Respect Mother Nature

RESPECT MOTHER NATURE

By Kevin L Fairbrother

Mother Nature has no boundaries, has no rules

We live within her bosom, for she demands respect

She alone has the power whether you live or die

No one can control her, though some have tried

Mother Nature the mother of this Natural world

A world that we can see, feel, touch and experience every day

Provides us with every- thing we need to live or die

With respect always we must treat her

Unknown where she comes from but she is here to stay

Has been with us from the day the world was born

For if we miss-treat her, prepare for an early grave

For she has the power to create hell on earth, for us al

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Forget religion it has no truth, for the gods were not born on that first day

Mother Nature has given us a world where we have evolved to what we are today

For only she has the power that controls the world we live in

And she can undo what ever humans create and say

We all must treat Mother Nature with respect

Think about every-thing you do that may upset her

For Mother Nature created everything her way

To balance the flora and fauna, the atmosphere, the rivers and sea

Created and nurtured all the animals that live to this day

With delicate balance of the planets, the sun and air we breathe

That provides everything we need to live on this earth every day

Respect Mother Nature for otherwise she will make you pay

In death we part the natural world in which we lived

Be we buried or burnt we are still within the bosom of Mother Nature

For composed of carbon we will survive in a different way

So we should thank and respect Mother Nature everyday

What is Love

What is Love

By

Kevin L Fairbrother

Love is a word expressed in so many ways

It’s meaning known to those who reach out

With-out fear or favor, sharing body and soul

Their body language enhancing the feeling

Love can be like a new day dawning

Or stormy and rough round the edges

Can be walking on the beach holding hands

Love is an experience, a journey with the end unknown

Love given freely with no strings attached

Is warm and tender and binds with strength

When given freely, love is returned

With fear and intimidation there is no love

Love can be giving your time to those who are hurt

The caring of the sick, the down-trodden and poor

Love and kindness to a child that’s lost

And flowers…. well they never hurt

Don’t be afraid to express your love

Say what you mean…do what you say

Give your love freely with touch, kind words

And trust and respect… your greatest gift

The results of love given freely can be seen everyday

In the faces of those who smile and have a spring in their step

The young and the old who smile and say G’day

For they extrude happiness to those who are sad

Love should not be about who has got what

For every- day things will come and go

The seeds of love will continue to grow

And burst forth like a sunny spring day

Open your eyes and look around for love abounds

It’s there for you to touch, experience and see

Take the time there is no need to rush

Take a deep breath… bend and smell the roses

Why I have not posted recently

Since returning from my trip on the mainland of Australia, I have had a lot of farm work to catch up on, some truck driving for a mate who lost his license and have had to put up with some cold windy days.

To day it is raining  (of sorts) or trying to rain and it has been a good chance to catch up with emails and posts from so many of you talented people. Has been enlightening to have a good read of the poems, keep them coming.

Yesterday was quite warm so it was a good day to do some lamb marking and drenching of the ewes.

It is a very noisy time when lamb marking, with the moms baa-ing and the little lambs maa-ing you have a hell of a job just concentrating on the job at hand. The job got done and every body was glad of a rest and a cuppa, the ewes and lambs to a fresh lush green paddock of grass.

I put pen to paper and jotted down a bit of a ramble, hope you enjoy.

Marking Day on the Farm

by

Kevin L Fairbrother

 

On a warm and sunny day in November

the yard-ing of the ewes and lambs began

A slow and noisy task as there was lot’s of Baa-ing going on

for the little lambs were lost in the mix of the mob

The Border-Collie dogs barked and pushed as one

and soon the mob was yarded, ready to do the job

The lambs were caught and separated from their moms

and once again the Baa-ing and Maa-ing begun

With the gear already we started on the job

individual lambs were caught and sat upon their bums

with legs spread wide, a ring placed on their nuts and tails

then came an injection in the skin of 5 in 1

A tag clamped on their ears, then placed in the race

they squirmed and jumped and Maa, maaa-ed as one

then laid down in the race and cried and cried

Maaaa what have these farmers done

200 lambs were drenched, marked and inoculated

now came the turn of the ewes to drench and trim their feet

The Baa-ing and Maa-ing was loud and forlorn

for the mom’s needed their babies and the babies their mom’s

Back together now the lambs scrambled to find their mom’s

the lambs were still maa-ing as the latched upon the teat

Whilst the dogs barked and yelped to get them moving

As the farmers stepped in to help and push them along

Now safely in the new paddock of fresh and lush grass

The ewes heads went down to munch the green grass

The lambs still Maa-ing, asking mom’s what is going on

As the farmers looked on at the mob, their job well done 

The River of Tar

THE RIVER OF TAR

BY

Kevin L Fairbrother

The river of tar penetrates the Australian landscape

In all directions, in all terrains- the black ribbon

Weaves and wanders the coast, the inland and the great outback

Providing an artery to experience, explore and live the dream

Bringing forth the means to supply a diverse population

The life blood for those who live away from the big cities

The river of tar melds with the gravel and red dirt roads

Reaching into places where the great explorers have been

Rewarding those who adventure with a rich, diverse experience

Big cities, the coastal towns, farming communities, the outback

The river of tar makes it possible to grow the fruit and vegetables

To mine and extract the coal, iron ore and precious minerals

To harvest the rich and varied fish from the sea

Enables the many tourists to experience and see, Australia

 

The grey nomads live a life on the river of tar, living a life most can only dream

Experiencing an adventure of a life time, keeping many towns alive

So join the many on the river of tar, and live your dream

To experience what many see on the TV, you won’t be disappointed

A place we call Home

A place we call Home

By

Kevin L Fairbrother

The cold westerly winds rolls down the hills and across the plains

The frost on the ground as thick as a man’s hand

The air drawn in chills the body to the bone

This is the Central Plateau, the place we call home

Living here you need to be strong and resilient

Prepared to take what- ever Mother Nature brings

Wake to a snow blanket or biting winds and freezing rain

Or just maybe experience a hot sunny day

Life is hard for the high country people

Work to be done what-ever the weather

Wood to cut to keep the home fires burning

Feeding out or mustering or maybe a hunt

Keeps meat on the table and the dogs with a full gut

We choose to live and work in the high country

For the place is special, gives us a natural high

No place for the hustle and bustle of towns and cities

This place so peaceful, serine and quite

A visit to the high country an experience you will never forget

The extremes of weather, the rolling plains and the craggy mountains

The glistening waters of the streams, the rivers and lakes

The majestic Cider Gum, the snow gums and mountain heath

For the Central Plateau is like nowhere else on earth

For the dream time of old, the pristine wilderness

The night sky glistening and sparkling so very close

I love the high country, the place I call home

WIND

WIND

by

Kevin L Fairbrother

 

The wind, so cold, so bloody cold

Wraps it’s freezing breath around me

Aches my head, numbs my body

Sucks my energy and dulls my brain

……….

The wind it smashes, it breaks, bends and twists

Everything within it’s non-yielding path

Destruction every-where I look…it’s hell

As Mother Nature vents her fury on earth

The wind howls and screams it deafens me

I am fearful for it is relentless…it  gives no ground

I seek shelter and relief… but where

For this freezing blast of cold air is everywhere

………

The safety of my home so near… yet so far

As another blast completely bowls me over

It rolls me over and over and buries me beneath the snow

And blackness engulfs me… I’m buried alive

…….

I feel no pain…just silence… but I am cold

So bloody cold, I’m shivering, shaking…feel so numb

I’m hovering between life and death… I loose consciousness

A blackness overwhelms and engulfs me

……

Surely I’m dead… but awaken in hospital

The wind, the snow, the cold has frozen my body

Frost-bite…now I feel horrendous pain

So much pain that I black out again

Only to be revived and the pain has subsided

……

For weeks and months I endured the pain

Minus fingers toes … a leg… I wish I was dead

Because I tempted fate by venturing into the wind

A wind that went so close to leaving me dead

Life

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

THE PAIN OF DROUGHT

By

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

By

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