I come from the High Country 

 By Ch'erie

I come from the High Country
tis where my heart will always be
from the snow caps so pearly white
aerial views, blind your sight

The Bush below is Sanctuary
when the mind is worn and weary
hearken to he sound of Morepork's eeeeerieeee call
more peaceful than an average shopping mall

Hush, to the sounds of silence
hear the warning of a crack in the distance
could be a Bushpig, or a big Billy
either one will gore you silly!

Swing up the nearest tree
check out a possum in a giggy
when threat of danger is passed
walk on, till Sun shows it's last!

Moonlight in the bush and scrub
is another world, few shoulders ever rub
natures finest dressed to play
invite you to enjoin, and stay...

Who can resist the whistling wild
where manners are meek and mild
all nature in perfect harmony
or the BURBS....in Dysentry?

Yes, I am from the High Country
proud to say tis where I'd rather be
where thinking straight comes with no doubt
and creators voice is heard...

With no need of a SHOUT!

Ch'erie de Perrott
Copyright 2008

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 Hebrews 13:5

I Will never fail thee, nor forsake thee.  

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Without this promise in my life, I cannot go on day by day, as trials and tribulations are given to me, to test my faithfulness, love and integrity. This promise shows me in an instant that I do not walk the walk alone, he is with me in my journey through life, and I need not lean upon my own understanding to survive.

From even unto even he never leaves my side. All that I am, all that I possess, in talents, daily comforts, intellect and understanding, comes from Him. Jesus Christ. My Lord and Saviour, friend, champion.

So in my daily discourse with you all, whatever I write, It is my intention, my greatest desire, to represent  HIM truthfully, so that others may read and be drawn also to the light that keeps burning in my life.

It is said that a definitive way to know a person, is to read what they write, and so I hope that my readers know a little of me. Both my sombre serious side, the more lighthearted humorous side, and whatever comes in between. It is my joy to live knowing I can write something that touches the hearts of others around me.

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I've deleted more than I've kept in here, because it galls me to think that something I wrote may of had such a profound affect on someone's life, and cause them to fall off the path just because I was lamenting ( gutsaching) over something that happened.

Take the positive from what you read in here, PLEASE, and if it's junk, discard it. For as far as I know, there is only one  ABSOLUTE true source of truth, or Gospel, and we all know where to find that..The Word, the Holy Bible, which btw is the only way to know HIM. Read HIS WORD. Like I said, a definitive way to know someone, is to read their writings!!

Pray, before you Read the Word too, so that the HS can enlighten you as to what you are reading..it's amazing how much jumps out of the pages at you, that you didn't get before!

(Steps down off Soapbox)

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Other influences in my life, Besides the Holy Bible, have been the literary masterpiece writings of Rudyard Kipling, Jane Austen, Louisa May Alcott, Enid Blyton :)  Shakespeare, Dickens, Johanna Spyri, Tolstoy zzzzzz I tried, got half way through war and peace. Sir Walter Raleigh, Geoffrey Chaucer, Queen Elizabeth 1

Murray Ball ( Footrot Flats) lol and the galah that did Joliffe's outback. Robert Louis Stevenson, Edgar Rice Burroughs, Erns't Hemingway, Australia's own Andrew Barton ( Banjo) Patterson, Eleyne Mitchell ( The Silver Brumby). Beatrix Potter! What would the literary world be without Peter Rabbit, Benjamin Bunny, or Jemima Puddleduck??

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My Grandfather on Maternal side, not only whittled wood to make his own violin, but then proceeded to sit down and learn to play it. I learned that ole Violin sittin on his knee's. He was a mountain of a Man, with a heart to match, played the flute, loved good ole Welsh tunes, and Irish!! He would drink his coffee from a Mug that resembled a soup bowl and laughed so heartily the walls shook. He'd bring that big size 11 Gumboot down, literally making the foundations of the floor tremble when he shouted and raved at times. Nana was a meek Woman, who taught me social graces, and all the fine things that are so often forgotten today, and I look fwd to the day I meet them both again in Heaven!

My Father, also a Writer/Singer from an early age, always had the most smoothest voice. A Tenor, with a Soft Husky appeal that in HIS day could easily rival many well known artists today!..He still Sings at 76, and plays his accordian, wherever a church or social group invite him. I love him dearly and miss him often. Even in his disclipline he showed that ever loving side.

My Mother, though she has her utmost good points of character...  we are estranged. I've made no secret of this in my writings... but I know this much..No matter what happened back then, I still love her and forgive her! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I believe in a better world coming, the Return of our Blessed Saviour to this earth to redeem those who will hold to the Cross, who have taken their own up and followed, on pain of death. I've made no secret of these beliefs, for to deny them, is as good as denying HIM anyway..why hide your light under a bushel, NO, stick it out on a lampstand, so others can bask in it's light too.

Otherwise it is a Selfish occupation, to say, HEY..I'm a Christian, but never let anyone else in on the Good news. In closing..Whenever rotten stuff happens to you, or someone you love...Don't blame God, it's a serious waste of energy... and oxygen depletion! Remember he has an adversary..Who already murdered His SON. Though he conquered and rose on the third day!  Just remember this one thing if you can't remember anything else in a crisis.

"An Enemy Hath done this"

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A bit of Trivia below...

Please scroll down to the very last link in my bio, where you will find a little Musical treat. Written and performed by John Williamson, one of Australia's Fav Son's ( close friend and confidant to the late Steve Irwin) This song epitomizes the relationship between us, that is, Kiwi's N Aussies. Hence the Kiwi and the Emu..Enjoy :):)

Thank you for taking the time to read my Bio, or epistle :)  I may horse around a little on the job at times, but generally am a very serious Bard, Very Serious...;)

~Ch'erie de Perrott~