Wednesday, 31 July 2013

Sitting on my seat.

I was sitting on my garden seat, daydreaming as I do, thinking of starting the lawn mower or not!
Maybe I'll do it tomorrow? maybe I'll just have a wee kip?
When around the corner comes a friend of mine Ray Saying "You have no time to stand and stare" I reckon he was relating to the garden tools laying about and me sitting in the chair, anyway after a wee crack he departed, leaving me thinking about his opening words .
Then it dawned on me and I decided to share.

What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.

No time to stand beneath the boughs
And stare as long as sheep and cows.

No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.

No time to see, in broad daylight.
Streams full of stars, like skies at night.

No time to turn at beauty's glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance.

No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began.

A poor life this is, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.

I believe this was created by W.H.Davies  and read out on television by a country girl by the name of Pam Ayres.
Didn't they do well ?

As for me I'm just a country boy, who has nothing to do and all day to do it in, so I'd better get started.
So; may your road be long and full of song and I'm sure happiness will come along.

Be well

Tuesday, 30 July 2013


This is a part of a letter I wrote to my cousin after he kept ribbing me over the way I kept talking about my yacht.
He said I spent more time cleaning it, than I did  my own home, also reckons I had more time for it than I had for a woman. Which is untrue I love the ladies?

So I wrote him  what I thought was an amusing letter.

I hope you also find it amusing.

Cousin  Paul:

Excuse me my Cuz just thought I'd write and asked you for a bit of advice.

For some time now I have suspected my current lady of cheating on me.
You know the signs, phone rings and If I pick it up it goes dead?
She's been going out with the "Girls" a lot lately.
Getting back in the middle of the night ?
When I ask her about them! she just says "they are friends from work! you don't know them",
then I get that mind your own business look.

I have never pushed this subject with her, maybe deep down I don't
really want to face the answer.

But last night It really got up my nose, so I decided  to wait up and have it out with her.
Around midnight I went out and hid behind Seabiscuit.
Where I had a good view of the driveway and waited for her to return from her night out?
After about 15 minutes she turned into the drive,
"after her night out with the girls", yer bollocks !

As she got out of her car she was buttoning up her blouse, the bitch! It was fully open by the way.
Then the cheating cow took her panties from her purse and leaned on her car to put them on and quickly gave herself a spray.

I was just on the point of running out and having it out with her, for once and for all, I really felt insanely jealous, seriously!

As I turned around, I just happened to see some hairline cracks in the gel coat on the yacht near the transom area, it made me feel sick.
Do you think it's something I can repair myself, or
do you think I should send if off for a professional repair ?
As you know I respect any advice you can give regarding the repair of the boat.

Life is like a warm bath, the longer you stay in it the more wrinkled you get.

Regards your wrinkled Cuz Terence


Sunday, 21 July 2013

The old man.

          The  old man.

I saw an old man sitting there, 
Lost in thought in his chair
whispering words no-one can hear,
Closing his eyes and facing the sun,
I saw him see, each memory, each and every one. 
Of all that was or could have been and every crazy thing that he had seen.

I saw his fingers bend and touch,
An unknown memory of his own true love. 
A heart felt memory, when his love begun.
I saw his smile break through the light, it was a memorable sight,
He couldn't hide it if he tried,
and then I knew that he had died.

I wondered just who he was,
Content to sit just watching the world go by.
Guessing at how he had become.
A man whose face had more to tell,
Built of stories he'd never tell,
Himself a tale ,untold now gone.

And now and then when I'm alone,
I'll close my eyes to up and go,
To that place for a little while,
Where moment and memories are lived again,
Where the old man found his end.
Far away beyond the bend.

As and when my own time comes around.
I'll find a quiet place to sit down,
And I'll rest my eyes for a while,
And as I turn to face the sun,
I hope to see everything and everyone.
And see enough,to make me smile.
For this I would go that extra mile.



Friday, 19 July 2013

The Mouse family 123

First book

To new Mummies where ever you are.

This a book  I think will kick start your babies imagination and you will like it too.
A first book for your baby.
Written by Rosalind Sutton.
Illustrated by Pamela Storey.

One little mouse is playing ball,
It bounces on the ground;
She throws it up into the air
To catch as it comes down.
Hide and seek

Eight mice are on a picnic
With Cookies and cakes to eat;
They sit down by the river bank
To enjoy their special treat.

Five little mice play hide and seek,
One counts behind the door;
He turns around and looks about
To find the other four.
_--------------------------- Just a wee taster.

Isn't it just so sweet?

Oh yes!  "March house books blog" run by Barbrara , is the place to go for all the info, more than I would ever know,
It's the place I recommend, I do believe she is a friend.

Babies and children are wonderful journeys
good luck with your's.


Thursday, 18 July 2013

Man's Biblical enemy. (The locust)


Locust Watch.

Charter Tower.
South of Townsville

Its 0430 am and we are high up in the hills looking west for any sign of the hatching of a new swarm of Locust.
My mate and I have been in the out back for a few weeks now, living in a tent looking West, every day all day, towards the last place the locust were last seen, before disappearing 5 years ago.

My mate is a Australian black man, a Queenslander, loves working with aircraft,  a good guy, one day he said to me, when I handed him the binoculars (his turn)  "That If we keep looking West any longer our minds will travel out to see ourselves looking back at us" and he was serious.

Our Governments agricultural boffin's seem to think the locust will reappear again this year and start to swarm and eat anything they come across, which usually means all man's sown crops and wild life greenery, devastating the farming economy and the wild life.

There is a thin line of crop spraying Pilots, like myself, spread out to the south about 800 miles apart, all of us working for different companies,  looking West across the outback for the tell tail signs of a swarm.

The plan is; Ambush them and this is our first time by the way!
The first of us to sight them, will call in all the crop spraying aircraft and pilots available and we will chase them, spraying them day and night until they disappear again.
A simple plan but unworkable!
We had no spare aeroplanes, When they finally appeared, every one of us was so busy with our own swarm!
We seem to wipe out millions and millions of them and never even put a dent in the swarm, the sky was dark with their clouds.
We usually run out of effective chemical, then we started mixing all sorts of farm chemicals in the hope of continuing the fight against our biblical enemy.
Ancient Man has be at war against the locust (Disambiguation)For over 5000 years.

They are a species of grass hopper, who under the right conditions swarm into billions, it is estimated there are  40 to 60 million in a 1/4 of a mile swarm. Some places in the world the native people find them edible, in fact a bit of a protein rich delicacy, for hungry people, they used to gather them whilst we were spraying them, eating them like sweeties.

Spraying Locust was an exhaustive none stop battle, part of it, was not to get caught by flying through the swarm,
But unfortunately they sometimes just appeared in front of you like a dark cloud, turning away was your only chance of not getting your engine compartments, full of cooking stinking dead bodies, over heating your engine or blocking your air intakes causing partial or full engine failure, parts of their bodies seem to seep into the cockpit and you would get yellow and green slime splashes over you.
They were just relentless.

My preferred method of attack was at night,  as the sun went down so did the swarm, some kept flying but the main swarm landed.
The local farmers would ( If they saw them) place kero lights around the swarm.
They used to tell me that they could hear the swarm on the ground eating their crop.

It was believed this was the time when they would reseed the earth with their eggs as they had always done, since the time of the Pharaohs,
unfortunately there was no gps  for us in them days to plot them accurately and make a plan! for next year.
After the local temperature fell, I would clean the leading edges of my wings and prop and polish my windscreen, I found this gave me a longer time in flight,
Then I would go and spray them all night until dawn. 
The next day when the sun started to feel warm on your T shirt,
it was time to go and witness a true wonder of the world,
we would pile into our trucks and go to the field I sprayed the previous night,
small swarms were already rising from the field, but once the temp jumped another 10 degrees the whole swarm got airborne, blotting out the early morning sun with their frightening proportions,
it was as if we hadn't sprayed them at all, the ground was 4 inches deep in their bodies, there must have been millions of them dead, plus the field was also ravaged and barren of all green,
the Cockies (farmers)  burnt the field out in the hope the fire might kill off the new laid eggs, who knows? it had to be worth a try. 
So we go back to the airstrip and start again.

Do I think we would or could defeat this ancient enemy?
No, not really, the only plus I saw was the fact that we kept them on the move and in doing so they missed valuable land and farms? and our Boffin's did predicted their arrival.
But really I'm not sure they even knew we were there, there was just too many of them to notice us, we were like an ant on the back of a very big elephant.
Another unanswerable question.

Then one day my swarm would be gone,
yes there were a lot of grass hopper about, but the swarm was gone. 
For my area it was over. 
I would walk over to a big eucalyptus tree and lay down in the shade and (di, im i no di tru, di lik lik tasol *) sleep for at least 6 hours or until my mate threw a bucket of water over me, then we would pack up and move South looking for the next swarm and it would all start again.

(*Die, him he no die true, die  little bit that's all).= heavy sleep!

"The hardest work is never too hard, nor the longest day too long.
But I've cut my cake, so I can't complain; I've only myself to blame."
Aussie:  Mowbray Morris.

Be Well.


Tuesday, 16 July 2013


Kangaroo .


Let me just give you a taste of a great Australian Poet, Who still rocks my boat, after all these years. 

H. Lawson.

Two couples are drifting the self same way.
Men of the world know best.
From the ballroom glare, as the night grows grey.
Men of the world can tell.
Many are around them who knew and know. 
But men of the world are blind.
That couple in front has nought to do
with the couple that comes behind.

The women starts on her partners arm,
for reason he could not tell,
She trips and she laughs the society laugh.
That men of the world knew well.
If she laughs too suddenly or talks too fast,
We are deaf as well as blind.
Twas only the ghost of the girlish days.
When she married the man behind.

He feels the pain where his heart had been,
for reasons he cannot tell.
A spasm that mar's the cynical smile.
That men of the world knew well.
A spasm that's known in society
and many men out of the hunt.
Twas only the ghost of his boyish hopes,
When he married the women in front.

And the man in front and the women behind
Oh society smile and bow.
They are too well bred to ask even in thought,
What has come to their partners now.
But the couples drift in society's stream to 
the kerb where two cabs wait.
It was all because of what others had said,
and a word that was spoken too late.
It was a different time,
but it still makes me take a deep breath, 
did it touch you?
Poetry is my echo, calling to me to dance,
The dance of life.


Thursday, 11 July 2013

Flip Flops Secret

I picked up this book in a second hand book shop, I knew I had a rare find. Written by Molly Brett.
Born 1902 Died 1990.
She grew up in Surrey UK.
Her distinctive and innocent Style has enchanted children for a generation, with her beautiful drawn details. illustration and colour and captivating magical atmosphere.

Giving her little animals a human face.
It's my secret and I shan't tell you.

Now the other animals often 
laughed at that funny little frog,
because he was so slippery and had no soft fur coat,
He has no ears giggled the rabbits.
He can't sing songs twittered the birds,
He hasn't even a tail chuckled the Squirrel and 
not a single whisker tittered the mice.

This is just a wee taste of her talent and to her memory

One of my passions is to collect the inscriptions usually written on the first page, a well wish? a small endearment from the past? a small rhyming verse and many more,
unfortunately no words were left in this book, leaving it naked to the world, so sad, just a collection of pages, without that special feeling.
Well I will of course, place my message and date on the first page, when I send this book to my grand-sons Rupert and Monty.
So  "Night Night sleep tight, don't let the bed bugs bite and if they do just remember your grand-dad loves you".


Saturday, 6 July 2013

A Strange encounter ,


Spraying Blackberries 1968.

Plants designated as noxious weeds by the federal Government as dangerous to agriculture, are controlled and managed by state legislation !
which means! if they are warned to destroy the noxious plants, they get a months grace or they will call us in.

So here I am Flying at 1500 feet on my way  along the foothills with a load of blackberry spray on board, for a field on the side of a hill about 15 acres which if full of of over 20 years of wild growth.

The Farmer hasn't been heard of since the start of the second world war, rumour has it, he like so many other Aussie farmers who heard the call and went and gave their lives for their mother country" never to return.  "Men of Honour". "Queen and Country"!

Friday, 5 July 2013

The Cullercoats Lifeboat and crew.

This is a painting by a local Artist and Fisherman Michael Smith and depicts the launching of the Cullercoats life boat painted 1872.

The Lovely Nellie" ran aground off the Brier Dene in Whitley Bay,
on New years day 1861.
The Cullercoats and crew launched and rescued the crew, sadly the cabin boy was lost overboard.

The lifeboat crew were all volunteers, 152 years ago! makes you proud.

"Least we forget"


Wednesday, 3 July 2013

Cry in the night

This verse also has no name signed to it,
just a scrap of paper with a Mothers feelings on it, telling us about her pain of pains, the loss of her child.
I took the liberty of calling it,

Cry in the Night.

In a baby castle just beyond my eye,
My baby plays with angel toys that money cannot buy,
Who am I  to wish him back into this world of strife,
No! play on my baby, you have eternal life.

At night when all is silent, and sleep forsakes my eyes,
I'll hear his tiny footsteps come running to my side.
His little hands caress me, so tenderly and sweet,
I'll breathe a prayer and close my eyes and embrace him in my sleep.

Now I have a treasure I rate above all other,
I have known true glory,
I am still his Mother.

Share this, from me to you, for I believe that a piece of writing,
has to be seen to exist.



This is another of those scraps of paper that seem to come my way.
It's unsigned, written in pencil, on what looks

like school paper

The only information I have at this time, is that it was wrote by a very young boy whilst at school.


No cars in the street,
No walking people,
No top of the steeple,
No flowing grass,
No hills to be seen,
No fun no joy for girl and boy,
No flower beds while making snow man heads,


Didn't he do well?