Category Archives: on being Australian

Australia Day in the Territory (poem)

January 16, 2016ancestors, Australia, children, country life, history, on being Australian, poemsglassonionstories

Australia Day in the Territory

Is like no other place,

With people here from around the globe,

We’re a multicultured race.

Our love is for the Territory,

And across this wild great land.

On Australia Day we bond together,

As we stand hand in hand.

Our proud indigenous families,

Are here and way outback,

You’ll see them all from day to day

As you travel down the track.

The elder’s quietly spoken,

Children with smiles from ear to ear.

As you journey through the Territory

The place we love so dear.

We salute all or achievers

Who’ve worked with some great pains,

And others, though not recognised

Your works were not in vain.

Just strive to keep that dream alive,

It will be reached some way.

Then you’ll enjoy those accolades

On your Australia Day.

So dads-n-mums-n-children,

New Australians from around the world.

We welcome you on this special day

As we watch our flag unfurl.

by Waldo Bayley, Bush Poet from Humpty Doo

Our Ocean (poem – one for the kids)

March 30, 2015Mother Nature, on being Australian, pets & animals, poemsglassonionstories

The Dolphins swim from side to side,

Leap from the water, they seem to glide.

The Flying Fish, he does the same,

These lovely mammals are so tame.

The Porpoise bobs, then swims around,

They make a lot of funny sounds.

The old Whale just lays in the sun,

Watching over them while they have fun.

These lovely mammals in the sea,

Are very much like you and me.

They cry and cry when they get hurt,

Like when you fall down in the dirt.

Please let them live, do them no harm,

The ocean is a big fish farm.

So use it carefully, don’t be mean,

It’s sparkling clear when it’s so clean.

If we always help it look this way,

It won’t go brown, rot or decay.

The schools of fish all swim in vain,

They’re all part of the sea food chain.

So catch a couple, make your day,

Then the rest of them can swim and play.

The Crabs and Urchins, Dugong too,

Are all a part of natures zoo.

So care for them, do them no harm,

For they’re all a part of natures farm!

By Waldo Bayley, Bush Poet from Humpty Doo

Reconciliation Day (poem)

March 16, 2015ancestors, Australia, on being Australian, peace, poems, Uncategorized, wisdom & hindsightglassonionstories

On Reconciliation Day they walked across the bridge,
Indigenous people from around the globe, some even played the didge.
There were Aussies, Asians, Europeans, Clergymen as well,
Waving flags together, oh what stories they can tell!

They marched as one great unit, and had a point to prove,
There were dads-n-mums-n-children, Australia on the move.
This day goes down in history now, and we can all embrace,
From this day on we’re equal, when we meet face to face.

The world was there a-watching, and we felt oh so proud,
For Reconciliation Day had moved that big dark cloud.
The sun shone down on them that day, shimmering on the sea,
With people all around us, who were just like you and me.

So in our dreams we can all pray, across this beautiful land,
Us Aussies bound together, hoping now to understand!

by Waldo Bayley, bush poet from Humpty Doo

Bring Them Home (poem)

March 2, 2015Australia, duty, Father Time, history, on being Australian, peace, poems, wartimeglassonionstories

Fifty years ago our troops were sent to war,
in a country called Vietnam.
The folks back home despised us
and didn’t give a damn.

The cost to bring them home was as much as 500 pounds!
which many families couldn’t afford it was such a bloody shame
521 soldiers were killed 496 were brought home
This left 25 soldiers whose families felt that they were the ones to blame!

These Australian soldiers were NOT buried with respect,
in a Commonwealth War Grave like the others
Twenty four still lay in Terendak and one in Kranji too
Respect could not be paid by their brothers sisters fathers and mothers

Now the time has come to bring these troops back home
and bury them with the respect
at home at last with their families and friends
their lives we now reflect

Now let us bow our heads in sorrow,
and give a helping hand.
So that our troops may now be buried here,
In Australia’s great homeland!

by Waldo Bayley, Bush Poet from Humpty Doo

“Lest we forget”

Vietnam Vets pledge
“Honour the Dead, but Fight like Hell for The Living”

PS. Please visit http://www.bringthemhome.org.au and register your vote to bring them home as they cannot !

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