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I have been writing for a number of years but originally got the bug when working as a journalist and later as a copy writer for channel 9. Short stories and poetry about the Australian bush have formed a large part of my writing.

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: When winter comes: 1 of 29

WHITE WINTER Quietly I will come to you, In the silence of the night. You'll wake to find no skies of blue, The landscape daubed in white. Look at what I bring with me, There's little I'll leave to chance. I'll put to sleep, the sap of the tree, There's nothing will stop my advance. But look for the beauty of my duration, Th...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Nature's way: 6 of 135

Nocturnal Patrol The sun sets on the shoulder of a cloud, And twilight cloaked the land. The breeze gentled, night time draped its shroud, The moonlight reached out its hand. Night creatures began to stir from their sleep, Living a life that only they knew. Shadows quiver and silently creep, Reputation of evil - untrue. At r...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Escape: 10 of 151

THE QUIET OF THE NIGHT Why do you come to me in the quiet of the night Stealthily drifting through my mind. Could you not make yourself known, in the full light of day, When my turmoil is not so unkind. The silence of the dark brings thoughts best left alone, Our regrets, failed dreams and what we should have done. The failu...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Challenges of love: 19 of 236

THE NEXT SUNRISE The morning mist is clearing now And the deer are on the move. You hear the lonely call of a cow, Your surrounds you could not improve. Hear the soft sigh of a breeze, As it drifts throughout the hills. The continued droning of the bees, As they use their gathering skills. Your horse is tired after a long ni...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Human understanding: 3 of 35

THE NEXT SUNRISE The morning mist is clearing now And the deer are on the move. You hear the lonely call of a cow Your surrounds you could not improve. Hear the soft sigh of a breeze As it drifts throughout the hills. The incessant droning of the bees As they use their gathering skills. Your horse is tired after a long night...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Storms: 15 of 166

THE THIN RED LINE The thin red line on the horizon gives warning of a mighty storm. It's only a matter of time before the earth will be torn. The thin red line becomes a rolling mountain of dust. Moving your stock t high ground now becomes a must. The beginning of the 'wet', the parched land bows down, To the onslaught of th...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Lessons in life: 17 of 184

RHYTHM OF LIFE Listen to the rhythm of your life, is it where you want to be. Are you constantly plagued with strife, do you crave to be forever free. Only you can alter your fate, you can be whatever you desire. Do it now before it's too late, use your emotions, your hope, your fire. There is no limit to what you can achiev...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Deafness: 2 of 18

A SILENT WORLD What would the world be without sound? Could you find contentment in silence? Would you miss the voice of the land? Would you survive with no conversation? The sound of the wind shuffling the leaves. The background song of a rushing river. The warble of a magpie greeting a new day. The bleating of a lamb, the ...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: You can't hide: 1 of 8

HURRICANE FURY I watch you silently as your days drift by, At ease and complacent with life. You complain about all sorts of things as you go, I will show you the meaning of strife. Those trees you so lovingly planted years ago, With thoughts of your family in mind. I will strip every leaf, every twig, every limb, I will lea...
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Consequences: 7 of 46

The red dust billowed like a feathered tail behind my car. I wiped the sweat from my eyes and hoped what I could see in the distance wasn't a mirage. I'd been on the rad for two days, making my way to a mustering job in remote Australia and planned on reaching the homestead tonight. The turnoff to the station looked nothing ...