Sunflower Power and Happy Day Snaps

Archiving some photos for the Memory Bank 🙂

A while ago now, but worth remembering (Burkes Backyard Magazine, March 2009)

Michael’s super duper sunflowers!

‘smile and the world smiles with you …’

Andy the Great with his son Michael’s Super Sunflowers!

Yes, very tall they were!

Where’s the ball Jazz?

Do you want to play too Bruno?

One of you will have to be the umpire

That game of tennis was a dog’s breakfast – I’m off!

Emu’s are just plain rude (and scary)!

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In the wilds of Woodgate

Emu by Gabrielle Bryden

In the wilds of Woodgate

Garrulous goanna canters
the perimeter of fence,
with a predators glare.

Gigantic spiders stalk
silently up high, waiting
to parachute the unsuspecting.

Brazen bull sharks close to shore
after rain, raise adrenaline
with water slicing fins.

Boxing kangaroos spar
for the girls, grunting,
showing off like Muhammad Ali.

Snakes from the shadows
appear with fangs at the ready,
like Dracula with a raging thirst.

Emus surprise with in your face attitude
and a Jackie Chan kick,
that could do your head in.

How about a day release
from heaven, Steve Irwin?
I need to borrow a crocodile hunter.

Boxing Kangaroos by Gabrielle Bryden

Goanna by Gabrielle Bryden

Quick Break

 

I’m away for 5 days!

See you soon and don’t forget to send me your poems and stuff for citrus week (which will probably start next week).

See you when I see you 🙂

Visiting Poem (beeblue)

Visiting Poem for 2011 National Poetry Week (beeblue)

Photo by Gabrielle Bryden

Today is the 2nd day of the 2011 National Poetry Week and I was chuffed to receive this poem from the lovely beeblue (female blogger and poet from Sydney, Australia).

Wild Conspiracies

I ask scribbly gum moths:
Why this graffiti on trees?
“Mind your own business,
they’re just doodles, if you please”

I ask a plodding snail:
Why the squiggles on the path?
“There ain’t nothing in it –
I just do it for a laugh”

I ask the sly hyena:
Why the tunnels ‘neath the trail?
“Well! Installation art’s
not only for the snail!”

I ask the bower bird:
Why that hoard of shining bling?
“Oh, poppet, it’s no mystery
objets d’art are my thing”

I ask the primping zebra:
What’s with the barcode?
“Poor darling, don’t you know?
Stripes are back in vogue”

But, you know, I don’t believe them –
It’s a vast conspiracy
It’s clear that they are sending
secret messages to me…

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Thanks beeblue 🙂 A very clever and funny poem.

Emu Capers

Marriage Proposal