WE ARE MILES AWAY

We are miles apart – in distance and in differences of heart
I live in lands of immensity, desert, ravines, beaches, sea
You live in order, security of small town, countryside and read
A land of gentle spirit where ours is harsh, vivid, bold.
Yours once our Homeland, steeped in cultured ancient traditions.

Our eyes see the endless blue of the sky as with our minds
We explore the future to shape the future of humanity.
You are more inclined to let your eyes linger on things of yore.
Although there are things that we still share from the Anglo-Saxon nucleus
We, once your colony, are now independent, mature

We love the heat, you live in the cold, we look for the new, you the old
You are the north; we are the south in hemispheres much
Miles between us are thousands across the land and the heart of nature
The mountains, the rivers, the plains, the seas divide us, make us two
However, soul and thought could make us merge by mind link again

Our differences mean little when we share the same of life
Of family life and of all human joy and human pain
We share the same loves, hates, trials of human days and human hours
We share the same moment of rest: in a cup of tea, delight in the flowers.
And read the same magazine: the present link and thread

You in your cool world and me in my warm, wide, brown land.

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WHAT A PITY TO LIVE IN A CITY

What a pity to live in a city
Instead of back there on the farm

What a pity to live in a city
Where we never feel safe from harm

What a pity to live in a city
With bad smells and narrow places

Instead of out there in the green paddocks
In wide open spaces swept by the wind

What a pity to live in a city
Where we rarely hear the birds singing

Instead of the beautiful sounds of the country
Even the sound of silence is heard.

It’s a shame we have to live in a city.
Where there is rush, traffic and noise

Instead of an open and peaceful field
Free space is a joy to be in

What a pity to live in a city
Where stressed people dwell indoors

Instead of a life without such pressure
Where people have a leisurely pace

What a pity to live in a city
When you could live close to the land

There we all grow our own natural food.
In soil rich in organic matter and sand.

The country lifestyle for some seems unreal
It’s trading that rules your day

But I only wish of all trade to steal
Finding city life has no charm

What a pity that we have had to live in a city
When we all long to go back to the farm!

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WHEN DREAMS ARE REAL

In magical moments of time they come
Rare flashes of unparalleled joy
Moments of emotion when everything seems so good
Light-filled gift of our soul’s perception

We discern the bridge between the dream and the real
Mental mirror that often confuses
Blessed are the minutes of pure joy
When dream and reality come together.

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WHEN YOUR LIFE BECOMES A CARROUND
(Song)

When your life becomes a merry-go-round
mechanical as can be
And you find that everything you’re thinking
it’s breakfast lunch and tea
So put down the tools, take a breath and come with me

We’ll fly in the sky, as our spirits take flight
And all we want to do is just sing
We’ll fly so high in the clear blue sky
That we will feel dizzy and excited at the sight

We will look at the magic shine of the snows
On the tops of crystal mountains that no one else knows
The world of our longings takes shape as we rise
To the distant land of our true heart’s desire
The wings of desire will give us the power
To go beyond the hatreds, the fears and his frowning gaze
Let’s feel our spirits free day or night
Give in to our high-flying giddy delight

Feel the pull, the strain, in our memories again
We are remembering family and friends on earth
Like a magnet, we are drawn to the old rhythm of habit
We plummet to earth in a big sweeping curve.

To get back to our base of operations…

But when your life seems like a merry-go-round again
mechanical as can be
Remember there is more to life
That breakfast, lunch and tea.
Remember the wonderful world above
And come fly up here freely with me!

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WHERE ARE ALL THE GOOD GIRLS NOW?

Where are the maidens, pretty maidens?
And now they are good cheerful and homely girls?
Where are the bright braids, the bows, the bows,
Soft dresses and virgin vow?
Where are all the good girls now?

Where are the sweet sighs and the blushes?
And tender and shy sideways glances?
Where are all the rhythmic and romantic dances?
Finer feel, smoother inputs
Of virtuous virginity?

Where are the many good girls now?
Those who call men to honor,
Protect, cherish and take for a wife.
Those whose beautiful beauty moves the soul of man.
Where, in fact, is the life of the soul now?

Where are the grace and noble hearts, the pure maidens, all apart?
From this dull day of unfunny wit and awkward hurtful social chit
The most delicious times that attended the days when men knew
Sweet maiden charms of grace and talent, talk, soft sighs
Where the softness, the tender and dreamy eyes
Bliss melted the souls of men in the heavens of heaven!

If we still long to feel and know
Those beautiful days of yore,
Where the girls were shy and had to be won over
By strong just knight and noble son
Then surely we could just watch
To the spectacle of nature of night and day
And come what may, men shine like the day
The girls softly shine in the sweet and subtle game of love ………

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