Journey Through Life

We have been very naughty for our parents. Disobedient. Yelled at our mother. We had nearly driven her round the bend. Caused disharmony between our parents. Our mother had started to withdraw from everyone. We annoyed her all the time to have our own way. We had bicycles but we were reckless when riding them. Careless with their care. We didn't appreciate the presents we were given. Our mother could see what we were doing and warned us to keep off of the road. To stay in our own yard but we never listened to her. When she wasn't watching we rode out of the yard and down the road. Most days, we were away for hours, never telling her where we were going. Or asking if we were allowed to go. Or tell her how long we would be. Never a day went past without us grumbling, or fighting. We didn't let her have a moment's peace. She tried to get us to share our toys, and books. No. Not us. We wanted everything our way. She gave up on us. She kept mu

Have ti improve my photos collection. Didn't have a koala, or a kookaburra. Put in a magpie. One of the ones that squawk until it is given food. Old Katie Koala live in a forest of Eucalyptus trees. She couldn't see very well. Her eyes had been affected with a disease, She had a knee sense of smell. She was able to smell out the best of the Eucalyptus trees for miles around. The friend of Katie in her colony tried to keep her away from the stronger, fresher eucalyptus trees because they knew she couldn't handle the taste of the stronger variety of leaves. Every so often Katie wandered away on her own. Followed the scent of the eucalyptus on the wind. She made her way to the better trees. No matter what danger stood in her way, Katie pressed on to her destination. She struggled like an olden day adventurer to reach her goal. No cats or dogs. No people or cars. Were going to stop Katie from reaching the place she wanted to be. What she couldn&

 Angie was positioned on the bench in the park. She watched the double handful of gosling waddle behind their mother toward the edge of the lake. Their mother was taking them for a swim during the peaceful, early morning, to forage among the reeds for their breakfast. Alexander, wrapped warmly in a rug sat in his pram. He chuckled. He clapped his hands. Pleasure sparkled from his bronze eyes. His eyes turned to pain when the gosling disappeared from his vision. Tears dribbled down his toffee  colored  cheeks. Angie leaned forward to lift Alexander from the pram to console him while she wiped away his tears. Frank sat on the ground beneath the huge tree watching all the early morning people commune with nature. He doubled over with pain in his gut. Pain from the cancer in his body was like a tapeworm making its way through his body cells to turn his body to mush. Frank wished for the end to come. He didn't want to suffer any longer. Her tried to focus his mind to overc

Still waters. What hides beneath the still water? A body of water where no birds swim on the surface of the lagoon. Little perch do swim in the water and leeches do survive in the clay section when the water recedes at certain times of the year. The water is good for drinking, or it used to be, when I lived in the area, we went there to pump water to keep out water tanks full when the railway were late with delivery, or no rain fell to keep them full. One thing we could depend on is that there was a supply of fresh water there for the taking owing to not many animals ventured near the edge for a drink, for they were never seen ever again. The Aboriginal gentleman who worked with my father kept telling us the story of the Bun yip who lived beneath the surface of the water to grab everything, human or animal, who entered the water.The whole area around had a sacred silence warning people to treat with care. I always felt as though I had to whisper so the Bun yip didn't hear me. Eve

                                                         Bluesy . R.I.P. Here lies  Bluesy . The bane of my life. He annoyed me day, and night. Disappeared for short times. Then out of no where he's appear. Buzzing around the kitchen. Bug me while I tried to read. Write. Crochet. Acted like a dive bomber attacking. Proving he was invincible to death. “Where's the fly spray. If I can find the damn can.” I search the cupboards. Wave my arms to keep the pest at bay. I slid open the doors. Tried to chase him outside but he didn't budge. I searched some more places for the spray to no avail. “I'll fix you, you nuisance.” I searched out the fly swat. I sized up the funny looking swat. The object looked more like an ornament. No hope of using it for a killing instrument. I change my mind. I couldn't use it. My imagination brought up the scene of his splattered body on the surface of the cupboard. Yuck. Didn't want to clean up the mess. “Fine. You can