It Is Said That Everyone Fancies Themselves as a Writer.
I Am No Different.
Here Are a few Life Observations.
SUNDAY LAMENT
The cry goes out “Go Raiders" music starts as the cheer grows louder. They lead. In green.
But each tackle seems mean.
The beer is flowing, the pies are warm.
More cheering but I don't know why no goal was kicked; no points were gained back slapping, a strange shaped ball and the usual sticks at both ends of the ground.
We cheer again as the sun begins to set. The comments fly. Didn't you eat your Vegemite? You’re not a buttercup.
It’s now half time. More pies with sauce, a well-earned beer. Everyone's happy. We are winning.
No smoking, be prepared for an emergency announcement, be prepared for a total evacuation, no matter how slim.
Half time entertainment, please let it not be the big breasted filly’s with the long legs and sparkling tassels.
Its little kids but no one watches. There is beer to drink, networking to be done. We are in the clouds with gods and men who make a living .no family life but time for a game.
So sad such a shame.
Another cheer we continue to win.
Blue vs. green. Sharks vs. raiders.
A fish vs. a warrior.
So one stomps on another's head, push shove tackle. The captain is back on and worthy of an announcement.
I can hear alone trumpet. Is it revelry?
The ball is thrown backwards. But keep running forward. The rev wears pink. A player is carried off. No one likes him. Gossip has it "he has no discipline"
Blue and green they go for a scrum. Quietly, each mum hopes it’s not her son to break his neck.
Some players have helmets and they all wear short shorts. It's a home game so mostly we see green. But the blues make noise and they know we may be beaten. Someone has sinned and this causes us to BOO.
As the beer takes effect men tell me what's what. I listen with interest but it's like being in a foreign land. I don't have the heart to tell him I don't give a shit. Someone thinks I am tweeting. He thinks I am cool.
Someone plans to kick a goal and big screens show is the detail. The crowd wave their arms. They look like zombies.
The attendance is announced. There will be more people at my funeral.
Someone lies down. He needs attention. He can't get up. There is no magic spray so the game is on hold.
A try of the season is done before we evacuate the winded. Head rubbing occurs and more back slapping.
The girls shake their sparkles shining in the overhead lights. Another try and the crowd show their appreciation.
Green flags flutter with anticipation. 9 minutes to go, it could go anyway. A woman nearby chews her finger nails and clearly looks stressed. It's a strange way to spend your day off when you are meant to relax. A stomach is patted, it's hugs all around. The games in the bag as we watch the coach takes a bow.
The clock winds down, the siren goes. The sparkles do a routine. The green machine song starts. It’s simple, any Moron could sing and dance to this tune.
Once again someone gives the microphone to a player. They have nothing today, no one is listening. There is a victory lap slow and deliberate. Thanks to the fans that sang and yelled “I see green.”
So the game is over, the sun has set. The chill in the air sets us home at a pace.
I can think of no better way to while away a sunny afternoon. 2012
Liam’s Quilt
Liam is learninghis A. B. C.
I wonder if he canfind the bumblebee?
This quilt wasmade by my Aussie Oma,
To help me get theA.B.C. Diploma.
It is also tocelebrate that I am one years old
And to make surethat I never get cold.
2010
Sophie’s Quilt
Sophie is learningher A. B. C.
I wonder if shecan find the bumblebee ?
This quilt wasmade to use and unfold,
And make sure thatshe never gets cold.
Made by Carol Cooke 2010
18 years and another quilt, designedto celebrate my memories
So now I can showcase to my UK mates myshort and sweet biography
I know my trip will go extra fast,
So I will make the most of it wrapped up in mypast.
(A quilt to take on his Gap year to the UK. It was made from perfectly good schoolshirts,and had photos of many family memories )
My First Quilt
We met our little baby girl before she had her name,
At that moment we knew our lifewould never be the same.
Lots of names we thought of, but wesettled on TROG,
A name of great affection andperfect for our blog.
To celebrate your arrival, 9 monthswaiting for this event
We decided on an alphabet quilt withcolour as the accent.
Our family now is mum and dad plusbaby makes three
Use this quilt for hide and seek orsnuggling on our knee.
For My Granddaughter 2010
For My Granddaughter 2010
Life’sa Beach
A’s for Australia
B isfor Bondi, I liked it a lot
C isfor Canberra
D isfor Doona, (duvet) pulled over my face
E’s is for Emus, elephants were few
F isfor Friendships, lifelong and true
G’sfor G’Day Mate, and aussies called Norm
H isthe Hot that Aussies call warm
I isfor Island , a long way from home
J’sfor John Lingard Hall, Spring Festival, song
K’sfor ‘roos’, they were everywhere
L is for Love that perfumed the air
M’sfor Mt Gambier where one wed another
N isfor Nicholas, my new little brother
O’sfor the Olgas, from ancient ‘ole years
P isfor Photocopying, a job to buy beers
Q isfor Qantas, that helped me to wander
R’sfor Rosella, that ate on the verandah
S isfor Sun, it always did shine
T is for Twisties on which I would dine
U isfor Uluru, silent and red
V’sViolet Crumble, I’d eat them in bed
W isWine, round my palate, did foam,
Xmasat Bondi, miles from my home
Y’sfor the yearning that this trip will give
Z’sfor the dreams where Aussie memories live
Feb. 2003 Poem by Alexa and Carol
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