What People Say
about the poem 'Croc and Brock's Farewell'
Joan what a wonderful poem, Than you for sharing such talent and such a wonderful message. I will pass it onto friends if I may as it truly is special.
With thanks
Andrea
Hi Joan, Your poem made me cry it was so beautiful.
Love G
Your tribute to the Crock and Brock was awesome! You have such a heartfelt way with words! ... Leonie
The First Kiss
I met him down in Melbourne at St Kilda by the sea
Across the room I saw him. I loved him and he loved me.
Surrounded by his family, he hastened to my side.
A warm embrace he gave me when I held my arms out wide.
No inhibitions showing, in our eyes affection shone.
His hair was black, though also rust. My heart to him was gone.
There was no hesitation. We knew we’d share a home.
Back to the Territory we’d go and he no more would roam.
The bonding it was instant, I hugged him to my breast.
His loving kiss was tender as he rested on my chest.
His name was Marty, now he’s gone, his tender heart I miss
But still recall when I first felt my beagle puppy’s kiss.
My end isn’t near, I have much life ahead,
So I cannot sing this with regret.
Like Frankie I’ll say my life has been good
So far, but there’s much to live yet.
I can look to the past and see it’s been full
But no curtain that’s final I see.
I see clearly the way out ahead is still bright
And there’s much more that’s waiting for me.
I have done many things - some good and some not.
But the not haven’t been very bad.
I’ve been over the moon with adventures I’ve had
And at times I have been really sad.
Like Frankie I’ve travelled the highways of life
And the highways and roads around Aus.
But the rest of the world is still there to explore
And I’ll do it – why? Only because.
Because it is there, and for many long years
It’s been tempting but always too far.
I have visited places in planes and in trains,
And gone thousands of miles in a car.
But a cruise on a ship – that would be something else -
Go to England, the States or to Spain
See the world how it is – just to broaden my mind.
Traverse those vast countries by train.
If I look far ahead and I see myself frail,
Sitting rocking so quiet in my chair,
The only regret I will have of my life
Is I haven’t seen all that is there.
I have family and friends that are special and dear
And a beautiful home where I live.
There’s excitement, enjoyment and love every day
And I know the great joy when I give.
Like Frank I have lived it entirely my way
Made my choices and taken the blows.
I have ridden the highs with ecstatic delight
And even survived all the lows.
Through it all just like Frank, I have come to know me,
For he says without self we are naught.
Life has lessons to learn, and I’ve shared what I know,
But through all I have also been taught.
And now, as I look back upon my past life
I can say that regrets do us wrong.
We can’t turn back time, so we might as well choose
To move forward, and make it a song.
We're huddled on this gum tree branch, my brother chick and I.
It's time to leave our tangled nest . We know we have to fly.
But flying's not what we do best. We'd rather look around
For any tasty morsels that we see upon the ground.
Watching, ever watching, staying still as I can be.
This tawny frogmouth sees you well, but you will not see me.
For camouflage is what I do, by dusk and light of day.
I calmly sit upon a limb to watch the insects play.
Fat insects are my staple diet. They make a juicy treat.
I'm ‘carnivore' you see, so moths and beetles are my meat.
I'm perched upon a low tree branch and looking just like wood.
With feathers tawny-speckled, my disguise is awfully good.
You'll walk beside my branch and never know that I am there.
But frogs and crickets, rats and mice - I'm warning you – beware.
My yellow eyes see in the dark to find the meal I seek.
And I can drop without a sound to crunch you with my beak.
My call is like a drum beat, you can hear it far and wide.
I need not fear, for nature's gift has coloured me to hide,
Though dogs and cats will sometimes give me quite a nasty fright,
And flying after moths may catch me in your car's head-light.
One day we'll find a mate for life, by brother bird and I
And then it will become our turn to make a nest, and fly
To seek the food to feed our chicks and hatch them in our care.
We tawny frogmouths are unique – ‘the bird that isn't there'.
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Personalised Poetry
Croc and Brock’s Farewell
They stood inside the garden in Australia Zoo that day
The most beautiful of gardens where the crocodillies play.
They had come in many thousands, looking on with tears in eye.
As the heroes of the moment both descended from the sky.
In the clouds they saw the image of Steve Irwin on his croc.
And beside him in his race car was a youthful Peter Brock.
Dressed in racing gear resplendent, Peter Perfect to a T.
And they heard Steve blurt out ‘Crikey, have you come to visit me?’
‘I remember I was swimming with the fish upon the reef.
My surroundings were amazing, such a scene defied belief.
We had cameras and were filming for my gorgeous Bindi child.
For her show she wanted images of creatures swimming wild.’
‘Then a sting ray flew towards me with his wings outspread and wide.
I was mesmerized with magic as I came up to his side.
Then I swam above him slowly just to get a better view.
But he must have been quite startled. That was the last I knew.’
‘Though I’m the brave Croc Hunter, I am jelly fish inside.
I am Bob and Bindy’s daddy and the day I died I cried.
For the parting took more courage than my wrestling with the crocs,
Catching snakes and spiders hiding in the crevasses and rocks.’
‘Now I’m here with Peter Perfect, not with Terri and the kids,
And I sure will miss them badly – they’re the greatest billy lids.
I will stay beside them always, though they won’t know I am there.
As they grow up and they prosper they will know that I still care.’
‘I was born near Brocky’s birthday February 22.
Just four days before his big day, quite coincidental too,
As I died four days before him in a freak of fate quite strange.
If I’d wanted a companion no-one better I’d arrange.’
‘For Brock's a national hero, always striving for the best.
He was called King of the Mountain; he was faster than the rest.
With ten victories at Bathurst his Brock Special was his brand,
And his name will be remembered through our great Australian land.’
‘And like me, the King was having fun the day he left the earth,
At a rally in his coupe somewhere not too far from Perth.
When he slid across the wet road and he failed to miss a tree.
I was watching from my cloud and saw him drifting up to me.’
‘Oh Crikey Brock, and welcome. It is not so bad up here.
You’ll be pleased to know we’ll never age, and I’ve brought Aussie beer.
We can keep an eye on all so that they do just what they ought,
Looking after all the animals and racing motor sport.’
‘It was time to pull our number on September 4 and 8.
Now St Peter is awaiting at the shining pearly gate.
And I bet we’re both admitted to the heavenly realm above
As there’s thousands in this garden who are showing us their love.’
The magic ingredient, key to success Is confidence. This is the truth, not a guess. With the confident one you are willing to trust. To avail of her service is surely a must.
She knows what she’s saying before it is said, Because she’s researched and it’s all in her head. No need to reflect on the words she will say. Which means she can look in your eyes all the way.
The person with confidence emanates grace. Her posture is strong, she’s a smile on her face. She holds up her chin so her voice projects out, And all can hear clearly there’s no need to shout.
To engage, fascinate, take you on her path, Involve and inspire, encourage to laugh. If you would aspire to be lover or friend Gain confidence now and you’ll come to that end.
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