#Australia #travel #bushpoetry
If I only had a dollar
For every mile I've travelled.
If memories were money
I'd fill a bank or two.
If I only had a dollar
For every mile I've travelled.
If memories were money
I'd fill a bank or two.
January 7, 2025 at 12:45 PM
#Australia #travel #bushpoetry
If I only had a dollar
For every mile I've travelled.
If memories were money
I'd fill a bank or two.
If I only had a dollar
For every mile I've travelled.
If memories were money
I'd fill a bank or two.
#bushpoetry #Australia
From the old and Dusty station
to the tropical plantation
from beneath harsh city street lights
to a frozen outback moon nights-
campfire- flickering- against a treeless plain
From the old and Dusty station
to the tropical plantation
from beneath harsh city street lights
to a frozen outback moon nights-
campfire- flickering- against a treeless plain
November 13, 2024 at 1:43 PM
#bushpoetry #Australia
From the old and Dusty station
to the tropical plantation
from beneath harsh city street lights
to a frozen outback moon nights-
campfire- flickering- against a treeless plain
From the old and Dusty station
to the tropical plantation
from beneath harsh city street lights
to a frozen outback moon nights-
campfire- flickering- against a treeless plain
#bushpoetry #Australia
Of the people old and young there, of the stories oft repeated
or told once and then forgotten, stored in the sands of memories
to surface when the wind blows, a smell or taste that triggers
a sense of lost tomorrow’s or forgotten yesterdays.
Of the people old and young there, of the stories oft repeated
or told once and then forgotten, stored in the sands of memories
to surface when the wind blows, a smell or taste that triggers
a sense of lost tomorrow’s or forgotten yesterdays.
November 13, 2024 at 1:44 PM
#bushpoetry #Australia
Of the people old and young there, of the stories oft repeated
or told once and then forgotten, stored in the sands of memories
to surface when the wind blows, a smell or taste that triggers
a sense of lost tomorrow’s or forgotten yesterdays.
Of the people old and young there, of the stories oft repeated
or told once and then forgotten, stored in the sands of memories
to surface when the wind blows, a smell or taste that triggers
a sense of lost tomorrow’s or forgotten yesterdays.
#bushpoetry #Australia
Lost Tomorrows, Forgotten Yesterdays
If I only had a dollar for every mile I’ve travelled
If memories were money I’d fill a bank or two
No book of ink and paper holds the stories I’ve forgotten
of the people that I’ve met as I travelled through this land.
Lost Tomorrows, Forgotten Yesterdays
If I only had a dollar for every mile I’ve travelled
If memories were money I’d fill a bank or two
No book of ink and paper holds the stories I’ve forgotten
of the people that I’ve met as I travelled through this land.
November 13, 2024 at 1:39 PM
#bushpoetry #Australia
Lost Tomorrows, Forgotten Yesterdays
If I only had a dollar for every mile I’ve travelled
If memories were money I’d fill a bank or two
No book of ink and paper holds the stories I’ve forgotten
of the people that I’ve met as I travelled through this land.
Lost Tomorrows, Forgotten Yesterdays
If I only had a dollar for every mile I’ve travelled
If memories were money I’d fill a bank or two
No book of ink and paper holds the stories I’ve forgotten
of the people that I’ve met as I travelled through this land.
𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐫𝐬
𝐛𝐲 𝐀𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐮𝐫 𝐉𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 (𝟏𝟗𝟏𝟎 - 𝟐𝟎𝟎𝟑)
Poem written by my maternal grandfather, who spent his life with his wife Olive and their ten children, living and working in regional New South Wales.
#Poetry #BushPoetry #Australia
#Kempsey #Dorrigo #Norberry
#thingsthatmadeanimpression
𝐛𝐲 𝐀𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐮𝐫 𝐉𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 (𝟏𝟗𝟏𝟎 - 𝟐𝟎𝟎𝟑)
Poem written by my maternal grandfather, who spent his life with his wife Olive and their ten children, living and working in regional New South Wales.
#Poetry #BushPoetry #Australia
#Kempsey #Dorrigo #Norberry
#thingsthatmadeanimpression
April 23, 2026 at 1:08 AM
𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐫𝐬
𝐛𝐲 𝐀𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐮𝐫 𝐉𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 (𝟏𝟗𝟏𝟎 - 𝟐𝟎𝟎𝟑)
Poem written by my maternal grandfather, who spent his life with his wife Olive and their ten children, living and working in regional New South Wales.
#Poetry #BushPoetry #Australia
#Kempsey #Dorrigo #Norberry
#thingsthatmadeanimpression
𝐛𝐲 𝐀𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐮𝐫 𝐉𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 (𝟏𝟗𝟏𝟎 - 𝟐𝟎𝟎𝟑)
Poem written by my maternal grandfather, who spent his life with his wife Olive and their ten children, living and working in regional New South Wales.
#Poetry #BushPoetry #Australia
#Kempsey #Dorrigo #Norberry
#thingsthatmadeanimpression
youtu.be/W-EaH4Wd1-w?...
My mate John doing his thing.
My favorite #BanjoPatterson poem. Those valiant horses of war. Animals are #Heroes
#Australia #BushPoet #BushPoetry #LightHorse
www.lighthorse.org.au
My mate John doing his thing.
My favorite #BanjoPatterson poem. Those valiant horses of war. Animals are #Heroes
#Australia #BushPoet #BushPoetry #LightHorse
www.lighthorse.org.au
The Last Parade by Banjo Patterson. Recited by John Maysteers.
YouTube video by Jon Fox
youtu.be
April 1, 2025 at 9:49 AM
youtu.be/W-EaH4Wd1-w?...
My mate John doing his thing.
My favorite #BanjoPatterson poem. Those valiant horses of war. Animals are #Heroes
#Australia #BushPoet #BushPoetry #LightHorse
www.lighthorse.org.au
My mate John doing his thing.
My favorite #BanjoPatterson poem. Those valiant horses of war. Animals are #Heroes
#Australia #BushPoet #BushPoetry #LightHorse
www.lighthorse.org.au