ABPA - Australian Bush Poets Association

That's fine as long as you walk it off afterwards Terry.

A tale of woe.

Time of the Ancient Traveller which is located on the first page of this thread indicates
my thinking at that time.
I eventually discovered it was not possible to do all those things I would/could have
enjoyed doing.
An example being, not able to clamber into and through Tunnel Creek in the Kimberly.
Opportunities for enjoyment should not be forsaken. Please, do not deny yourselves.

This one was my road.
You will find yours.

A Road To Everywhere.

Ramblin’ the road that leads to everywhere is mighty good for your soul.
Do not select a particular place, have anywhere as your goal -

There’s a road that leads to everywhere across rolling hills and plains,
by red dirt it is painted,even down flat culvert drains.
It stretches to high mountains where wide winged eagles soar,
it plunges down to valleys and where mighty rivers roar
then meanders to far oceans with a whitened crystal shore.

Rolling hills dressed in their greenery are solace to your eye,
as a portrait with a backdrop, a softly tinted sky.

Saltbush plains are finely dotted with pincushion mimosa clumps,
while corrugated, winding mountain tracks or gravelled trails with stumps,
cause an exhilaration in a pounding heart which jumps.

Torrential rains rush to the South to make all rivers run -
with sparkling, glistening water which dances in the sun.

So take the Road to Everywhere,
to connect with every other one.

(c). Rimeriter. Translated from WriteNow 31/5/07.

On the weight issue - just read in the paper someone said that poeple who can't see their feet should be forced to pay health insurance.

Surely this discriminates against amputees and the blind