MY FLOWERS GROW IN BRIGHTEST HUE…..

MY FLOWERS GROW IN BRIGHTEST HUE

SWEET-SCENTING IN THE MORNING DEW,

WITH BEES THAT VISIT AND ENJOY THEIR OFF’RING

AND MOTHER BIRDS THAT GUIDE THEIR OFF-SPRING

THEY STALK AROUND AND SHOW THEIR CARE

AND POINT TO FOOD, THEIR CHICKEN’S FARE.

A GENTLE BREEZE KEEPS WAFTING THROUGH

SWAYS FLOWERS GENTLY TO AND FRO.

WITH MIND AND BODY GREATLY OVERWHELMED

A GRATEFUL PRAYER TO MY DEAR GOD IS HELD

FOR HIS CREATION, FOR FLOWERS SO BRIGHT

FOR CREATURES, ALL IN THE SUNNIEST LIGHT.

Peter Frederick

http://www.peterfrederick.org

http://www.life-on-the-road.com

THERE IS AN ISLAND NORTH OF QUEENSLAND...

THERE IS AN ISLAND NORTH OF QUEENSLAND,

FROM THE WORLD SO FAR AWAY,

NATIVE CHILDREN PLAY ON BEACHES,

LAUGHING IN THE FOAMING SPRAY.

UNDER PALM TREES, IN THE WATERS,

PEOPLE GATHER FOOD AND STAY,

EATING, CHATTING, ALL TOGETHER,

WITH CIVIL’SATION FAR AWAY.

IN THEIR WORLD, SO QUAINT AND CARING,

ALL-SUSTAINING IN ITS WAY

AND THEIR ELDERS WITH THEIR DREAMING,

THEIR OWN TRADITION, IS THEIR WAY.

PASSED ALONG THROUGH GENERATIONS,

ALL THEIR WISDOM IN THEIR SAY,

WHO WANTS A CULTURE THAT’S SO ALIEN,

AND LIVING IN ANOTHER WAY?

KEEP YOUR RUGGED WORLD, YOU WHITE MAN,

FAR AWAY FROM US YOU STAY,

DO NOT ENCROACH, REMAIN IN DISTANCE,

LET US LIVE LIFE IN OUR WAY!

Peter Frederick

http://www.peterfrederick.org

http://www.life-on-the-road.com