Like any old classic, Peter Rake's short stories are now available like an old LP - an essential collection.
The Fair Dinkum Yarns from the Australian View includes five outback tales by Peter Rake, plus a coupla poems thrown in for good measure (pardon the pun!).
Get set for some laughs, maybe even a tear jerker.
This collection includes:
Arthur
The Awakening
Notty: Targaroo's Disgrace Bar-fly, bludger and sneak-thief turned unlikely hero
The Coachman
The Pup
Available on Amazon and Smashwords as an ebook and in print for all you old fashioned types as well.
Showing posts with label poems. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poems. Show all posts
Monday, February 18, 2013
Wednesday, August 1, 2012
Wednesday, July 25, 2012
Home spun Poetry #2
I owned a creamy horse, a creamy horse named Custard.
Now, Custard liked to trot, the trottin' creamy Custard,
Some days he'd buck me off and I'd fall upon the ground.
It made me really sad, but I should've sent him to the pound.
One day, in rainy weather, he rolled in lots of Mud.
The dirty trottin', buckin' muddy custard, it was hard to stay his bud.
Creamy Custard went missing, and now I know what where,
But I am so pleased that the dirty trottin' buckin, muddy creamy Custard
Never made me swear.
Now, Custard liked to trot, the trottin' creamy Custard,
Some days he'd buck me off and I'd fall upon the ground.
It made me really sad, but I should've sent him to the pound.
One day, in rainy weather, he rolled in lots of Mud.
The dirty trottin', buckin' muddy custard, it was hard to stay his bud.
Creamy Custard went missing, and now I know what where,
But I am so pleased that the dirty trottin' buckin, muddy creamy Custard
Never made me swear.
Sunday, July 15, 2012
Home Spun Poetry
Hard Times
Hard times last longer so
it seems
When the miseries of life
torment the soul
There appears no hope in
your despair
No happiness that will
console
And yet, even life's
misery has its place
It enhances the simple joy
of life
Things we once took for
granted
Are manifest when rising
from the strife
How much more we
appreciate love
When we have been forsaken
Health after illness,
strength when it returns
All the good things there
to be taken
Misery and woe are easy to
attain
But happiness needs some
work
No bird sings if we turn a
deaf ear
No light shines if in
darkness we lurk
Seek love and you will
prosper
Have the strength to
survive
Care about yourself, and
be cared for
Be thankful that you are
at least, alive.
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