Bush Poetry

[speewa158]

That has a certain roll to it  short not sweet ,but to the point 

[baldheadedgit]

Here's one for the best nurse i know..lol

Why do I study all hours of the night?
Why do I put up such  a fight?
I do it because one day I will celebrate new baby born.
And, one day help a family mourn.
It makes me have courage and determination.
It teaches me how to handle my  dissatisfaction.

Some people will curse or bless you.
But every day they will teach you something new.
That is why I study all nght.
And, why I put us such a fight.
Because one day, a Nurse I will be.
To help people like you and me

I hope this puts a smile on your dial  Tammy..lol

[davo69 and the Nurse]

Here's one for the best nurse i know..lol

Why do I study all hours of the night?
Why do I put up such  a fight?
I do it because one day I will celebrate new baby born.
And, one day help a family mourn.
It makes me have courage and determination.
It teaches me how to handle my  dissatisfaction.

Some people will curse or bless you.
But every day they will teach you something new.
That is why I study all nght.
And, why I put us such a fight.
Because one day, a better Nurse I will be.
To help people like you and me

I hope this puts a smile on your dial  Tammy..lol

Steve,

I love your work. Thanks heaps.
I hope you don't mind - I slightly modified the second last line!

xx the Nurse

PS. 14 weeks to go!

[baldheadedgit]

i cant take credit for it Tam,, i used another persons work.  sorry, but it suited the moment perfectly..lol

[savanahkelpy]

To a Billy

By James Cuthbertson



Old Billy, battered, brown and black with many days of camping,
Companion of the bulging sack, and friend in all our tramping:
How often on the Friday night – your cubic measure testing –
With jam and tea we stuffed you tight before we started nesting!



How often, in the moonlight pale, through gums and gullies toiling,
We've been the first the hill to scale, the first to watch you boiling;
When at the lane the tent was spread the silver wattle under,
And early shafts of rosy red cleft sea-born mists asunder!



And so, old Billy, you recall a host of sun-burnt faces,
And bring us back again to all the best of camping places.
True flavour of the bush you bear, of camp and its surrounding,
Of freedom and of open air, of healthy life abounding.



You bring us more, with those we love we watched you boil and bubble,
And in the sunny skies above forgot each schoolboy trouble
So not without a kindly glance we eye you in the study,
Although you've met with some mischance, although you're black and muddy!