ABPA - Australian Bush Poets Association

A POET’S DELIGHT

The sun was sinking in the west
as the sun is prone to do,
The twinkling stars so high above
shone from the velvet blue,
The breeze was sighing in the trees
all was peace and quiet -
Just the perfect setting
to see what clichés I could write!


Vic Jefferies

Aah, Vic, I was just beginning to sit back and enjoy the scenery! Good one!

Heather

all in due time Vic actions speak louder than words. Anything goes these days so why make a mountain out of a molehill.


Good poem - very clever

Cheers

Maureen

Sweet.

G'day Heather, Maureen and Dave, glad you enjoyed the little poem, but Maureen I am a having trouble understanding your cryptic comment.

Vic

Maureen's using clichés to answer you Vic

I liked the poem.

The quiet and write does not ring true for me Vic.

Love the poem and the pictures but that bit sticks out for me.


Robert

I was pretty slow on the uptake there Neville but in my defence I plead advancing years.
Bob thought about "quiet and write and think you are right," but thought I might be able to sneak it through because most people say quite not quye-et.

Vic

We'll accept advancing age Vic

I reckon that in Aussie drawl ,quoit rhymes with wroite, isn't that roight, just ask Julia Gillard.

Yep, woks for me too Vic, all depends on how you hold your tongue ...

I've often wondered what pastry had to do with "Somewhere, over the Rainbow"