Category Archives: CHRISTMAS

CHRISTMAS 2010

TO ALL OF YOU, I WISH A HAPPY CHRISTMAS. ITS BEEN A PLEASURE HAVING YOU WITH ME ALL YEAR.

The Australian Women's Weekly , Wednesday 5 July 1967,

And always a rainbow serpent remembers ancient days.

 

Samara Flynn, Age 12
Grafton Public School, Grafton NSW

Tiddalick – The Frog Who Caused a Flood In the time of dreaming Before the earth was old Myths were in the making Legends yet untold Here began a story

http://members.optushome.com.au/kazoom/poetry/epic.html

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Time’s fun when you’re having flies.
Kermit the Frog

foto – frog in ulmarra december 09

Two frogs fell into a bowl of cream. One didn’t panic, he relaxed and drowned. The other kicked and struggled so much that the cream turned to butter and he walked out.

http://en.proverbia.net/citasautor.asp?autor=15871
PROVERBIA.NET

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Take a look at A FLOATING LIFE

Summer in the Country

Summer in the country
was brushing away
flies from your face
and wiping sweat from your eyes—

watching grasses and grains
shimmer in paddocks
or sheep and cattle
grazing beyond a windbreak of pines.

Galahs clanged over the homestead.
A windmill turned
when a breeze sprung up.
Cockatoos screeched from the pepper tree.

Only crows frightened me
with their sorrowful cries
and the way they flew slowly
like black crosses.

The old slab-split shed
was a treasure-trove
of harnesses, bridles, farm
machinery, forty-four-gallon drums—

its walls covered
with cobwebs that housed
unimaginable spiders
but where it was cool inside.

I didn’t miss Europe
like my parents did—
nor a Christmas without snow
I’d hear them talking about.

Summer in the country
was being given a glass of cold lemonade
and falling asleep
under a red-gum’s shade.

Peter Skrzynecki

foto – ulmarra frog december 2009

Child or angel, who can tell? (She may child to others be. She is angel unto me.)

"Christmas souvenir, 1893"

YESTERBEATS FIRST GIG 005

An Old Bush Road
Dear old road, wheel-worn and broken,
Winding thro’ the forest green,
Barred with shadow and with sunshine,
Misty vistas drawn between.
Grim, scarred bluegums ranged austerely,
Lifting blackened columns each
To the large, fair fields of azure,
Stretching ever out of reach.

An Anthology of Australian Verse 

foto – mists in december bilambil cottage 2008

The sea, my mother, is singing to me With the white foam caught in her hair, With the seaweed swinging its long arms free, To grapple the blown sea air: The sea, my mother, with billowy swell, Is telling her tale to the wave-washed shell.

 

The Sea to the Shell

BRUSNWICK 021

Oh, he rides hard to race the pain
Who rides from love, who rides from home;
But he rides slowly home again,
Whose heart has learnt to love and roam

The Sliprails and the Spur

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http://twf.com.au/showthread.php?t=12897

foto – brunswick heads boat hire 2008

Never deny the babies their Christmas ! It is the shining seal set upon a year of happiness.

"The Christmas holly"

MADDY

http://members.optushome.com.au/kazoom/poetry/bushpoetry.html

Stumped

The box-gum on my footpath grew up through the powerlines
its branches needed trimming every year,
with age the shady lady broke way out of its confines,
the council had enough now it’s not here.

They thought of public safety as the tree had posed a threat,
especially in a summer thunderstorm.
It seems bare on the footpath as I look out with regret,
next summer it will be a trifle warm.

ty AUSTRALIAN BUSH POETRY

foto – armidale summer 07

Many Australians spend Christmas out of doors, going to the beach for the day, or heading to camping grounds for a longer break over the Christmas holiday period. It has become traditional for international visitors who are in Sydney at Christmas time to go to Bondi Beach where up to 40,000 people visit on Christmas Day.

http://www.cultureandrecreation.gov.au/articles/christmas/ 

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Jingle Bells (Aussie style)

Dashing through the bush,
in a rusty Holden Ute,
Kicking up the dust,
esky in the boot,
Kelpie by my side,
singing Christmas songs,
It’s Summer time and I am in
my singlet, shorts and thongs

Oh! Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way,
Christmas in Australia on a scorching summers day, Hey!
Jingle bells, jingle bells, Christmas time is beaut !,
Oh what fun it is to ride in a rusty Holden Ute.

Engine’s getting hot;
we dodge the kangaroos,
The swaggie climbs aboard,
he is welcome too.
All the family’s there,
sitting by the pool,
Christmas Day the Aussie way,
by the barbecue.

Oh! Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way,
Christmas in Australia on a scorching summers day, Hey!
Jingle bells, jingle bells, Christmas time is beaut!,
Oh what fun it is to ride in a rusty Holden Ute.

Come the afternoon,
Grandpa has a doze,
The kids and Uncle Bruce,
are swimming in their clothes.
The time comes ’round to go,
we take the family snap,
Pack the car and all shoot through,
before the washing up.

Oh! Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way,
Christmas in Australia on a scorching summers day, Hey!
Jingle bells, jingle bells, Christmas time is beaut!,
Oh what fun it is to ride in a rusty Holden Ute.

Aussie Jingle Bells
Col Buchanan