Weekend Envy

I signed up all excited

Higher education beckoned

But now I’m feeling somewhat mitred

My wings are clipped

I am not soaring

My shoulders bowed and head is dipping

Immersed in writing

and in referencing.

I do not care just where periods go

Does it really matter if I misplace a comma too

In the reference list so long and dreary

It’s Saturday night, the footy’s on

And I am editing and will be for so long.




A long week

The week already feels

About 10 days long

I’ve phoned, I’ve visited

I’ve taught some classes

I searched some bags

And hunted in bushes

I’ve pushed and pulled

And been creative

I’ve met and discussed

And comforted

I’ve complimented

And greeted with grins

Rendered first aid

Planned and prepped

Issued multiple detentions

I’ve run a club

And cleanned up as well

I’ve done two hours of study

I’ve issued stern warnings

And outlined the benefits of praise

I’ve roared and thanked

And comisserated

It’s been such a long week already

Weary eyes ready for bed

I checked the day


It’s still Monday!


A child cries out for love

In different ways

They smile

They laugh

They chuckle

They rest a sad, tear stained face upon

A caring nearyby adult.

The lucky child

Sees all theses things

And knows what comfort a hug brings

They know the right way to call out

A cry for help is answers,

A not quite so lucky child

Might end up

Under Government protection

But there are still more lonesome souls

Deprived of love or even attention

These children do not fall through cracks

They are not even noticable on the sidewalk

These children might have some food and a bed

But not the slightest bit of attention.

How does a child go unnoticed

In a house filled with others.

How does a child go unnoticed

A week long lost and homeless

Day dawning

Fog shrouds the low lying ground,

Clouds unsuccessfully hide the sun,

Brilliant red gold lining, hints at the day just begun.

A mite bit cold

My nose feels like an ice brick

My fingers seem to creak

My toes could freeze a lunatic

It’s feeling a mite bit cold here

The heat just seems to leak

Straight out through the timber floorboards

To the breeze blowing beneath

My house is built for summer

Large windows open wide

And the crawl space under the floorboards

Is big enough in which to hide

The walls are made of timber

Thin skinned and clad throughout

So on a cold and breezy winter’s night

It’s time to just plain shiver

I’m feeling a mite bit cold here

In this 12 degree C weather 🙂


Back to study

I’ve started back at uni

A masters to complete

I could be rather busy

Course deadlines now to meet

This means I won’t be writing

Quite as much as up to now.


Health Challenge update

I confess the days are all as one

And I no longer know what day I am on.

I have been not quite so as good

Imbiling in some anti-imflamatory red wine.

A slice of cake, my daughter made

A smigen of that caramel sauce

A slither of a tartlet

So I didn’t make the time line

But here’s the thing

I am not stressed

I can choose the day of the test

I just delay a few more days.



Ode to Sandstone

People love their granites

And marble countertops

They ooh and ah right over

The pretty coloured rocks.

Volcanic formations

Get more than they deserve

They’re hard and they tessalate

It’s more than I can bear.

It’s the humble sandstone

With layers of darker sand

That capture my attention

Sedimentary I stand.

This rock is soft and erodes

Quite easily you see

But the bedding planes and contours

Always inspire me.

The colours are more earthy

Muted and clear to see

I love the humble sandstone

Not the sparkly.

Updating the family tree

My mother was a legend

She did not get distracted

She researched all the families

And created the family tree.

When she was sick and dying

She got a promise from thee

To keep on researching

The rather large family tree,

Some years have past

And time has wasted

No researching have I done

However some elder branches

Have fallen off the family tree

My aim right now is updating

The deaths, births and weddings

So at least when I start researching

I’ll have an updated family tree.

Holidays are over

Holidays are over

This is my favourite time of year

The nights are built for snuggling

The days for glorious sun.

The sun is warm yet does not burn

The skies are satisfyingly blue

Clouds rarely mar the air

And rain is never near.

I live outdoors after 9am

I ride and walk and kayak

Anything I can do to explore

The world in which I live in.

Today we road a railway track

And found ourselves in a tunnel

A cool wind blew through the curve

The ground was damp and dark

Not one bit of it, you could see

Notices announced a bat colony

Roosting above the high curved ceiling

There was nought to do but keep peddling

Dory’s song inside my head

Next time I will bring a lamp

Just so I can see what horrors I rode on.

Monday I am back at work

To long for sunshine out the windows

I wonder how many outside classes

I can get my maths students to go on!