Check below for details of how you can have this experience...Well just leave out the BP or the Billy LOL..I was just 3 when I started roaming, and can still swing up tree's, but that's me!!
Mind you, shot me first possum at 5, No Bull!!Had 22, am a crack shot, oh yeah!..'''''''''Oh BTW the Cottage or should I say pre cut Punga Whare (house) looks alot like Grandfathers old place on the outside....the inside, well, yeah we wont go there with that one eh!!
And also that cottage (Whare) pronounced (F oo ree ) is only a few miles from my parents old house, where I went to school!!
I come from the High Country
I Come from the High Country
tis where my heart will always be
from the snow caps so pearly white
aerial views awfully bright!
The bush below is Sanctuary
when the mind is worn and weary
hearken to the sound of Morepork's eeeerieeee 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 n scrub
is another world too 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 is where I'd rather be
where thinking straight causes NO DOUBT
Where the Creators voice is heard.....
This writing brought back memories of one of my best friends from years ago. He had moved from Perth, to Edmonton, Alberta, Canada, then to Chicago, but he always had his heart back home...he told great stories of his years growing up in Austrailia.
Cheers,
Dan
Reviewed by Chantilly Lace (Reader)
Reviewed on May 9, 2008
Very beautiful writing sweet lady,well done...have a wonderful and safe day...Hugsss
You take my breath away with the serene beauty of your photograph complimented by your heartfelt words. Do you know how fortunate you are, God is surely smiling overhead beautiful lady....
Who can resist the whistling wild
where manners are meek and mild
all nature in perfect harmony?
or the BURBS....in Dysentry?
I couldn't agree with you more, High Country Girl. And if I can ever sell my place in this abysmal real estate market we have now in the good old U.S. of A., me and the Mrs. and all our critters are headin for the high lonesome ourselves.
The High Country is beautifully imaged in verse - you took me there in lilting lines, sprinkled with a bit of an accent to make it all the more enticing! Count me there - well done!
I can appreciate the high country. Living out in the middle of nowhere does have its advantages. I should know, I live in the mountains out in the boonies myself. Well done my friend. God bless.
Pretty little "cabin" with an even prettier view as well as a beautiful poem to describe your home...Personally I am from the "low country" like below sea level,LOL! Good to see you posting...Ed, Rene & rufuz
Well welcome back Miss Cherry Pie and with what an entrance. This is one of your best writes and one that took me with you on your cyber walk a bout through the land of your childhood. Lovely images and perfect flow in this one.
Big hugs
Fee
Reviewed by Tiana ~ (Reader)
Reviewed on May 7, 2008
Tena koe, Ch'erie! Sounds heavenly and I loved this poem. :)) I would have loved to swing the poi with you! lol Kia ora, my island cuz, I missed you tons! Aloha - Tiana
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That was beautiful, it takes you right to the "high country"
Mary
Cheers,
Dan
Regis
Be always safe,
Karen
where manners are meek and mild
all nature in perfect harmony?
or the BURBS....in Dysentry?
I couldn't agree with you more, High Country Girl. And if I can ever sell my place in this abysmal real estate market we have now in the good old U.S. of A., me and the Mrs. and all our critters are headin for the high lonesome ourselves.
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in America, Kaz in Texas. :D
The High Country is beautifully imaged in verse - you took me there in lilting lines, sprinkled with a bit of an accent to make it all the more enticing! Count me there - well done!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Beautiful story in words of sublime feelings in poetic excellence.
"I Come From The High Country" sings wonderfully.
In admiration,
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
Newfie Hugs, Rose
Big hugs
Fee