An Australian day is dawning bright and new
In a wide bright sky forever painted azure blue
Kookaburras laugh greeting the sun's arrival
The steam engine strains awaiting its revival
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thank you ur poetry was understandably lengthy i read only max 20 lines and did you read mine veteran inspired by you ty tc gb hny2016 to u and ur extended families
‘’’Love is just a whisper on a summer breeze...’’ Lovely sentence here you have coined If the politicians don’t react on gas orientated disease then the country will lose its warriors, so tell them please soldiery is no Tom foolery be you an Aussie, American, Canadian or Indian, Japanese or Chinese even Korean War is not a joke tell those blokes sad all of them are alike they behave like mice when the soldier guys have made their sacrifice they expect his family on their own to suffice Oh Politician’s at what a price. Sad story around the world War has just become a password...
An amazing recollection of your families war history. again a story that needed to be told and felt. A fine poem. Ann
War - A Whisper On A Summer Breeze, it told me a tale, weaved in love, passion and dedication to duty to country, duty to fairly.
LOVE YOUR HISTORIC POEM. DID THE AUSTRALIANS HAVE TO FIGHT FOR THE BRITISH. IN WWI? Love is but a temperate breath A puff against a cheek It tags the ear and whispers death, Against war it blows so weak; What draws a man to enlist To fight the unknown foe; To leave his love in sandy mist; To insist he has to go?
An epic work, Paul. I will have to re-read this a few times. Thank you for sharing. Peace
Thankyou for reading the poem. I have incorporated a lot of historical facts in this poem and it is factually correct for a number of them. The story of his appearance is one my grandmother used to tell. Her sisters and her were at one of the sister's house and Carrie was asleep in a spare bedroom with her two children. The story goes he appeared, went to the bedroom to see them and then spoke to them before he disappeared. The gladiolas were a popular flower of the time and he said to one great aunt that during her life if she had a problem to think of him. If she saw the gladiolas it would turn out OK - if not it wouldn't. I remember her husband telling the family the day after she died that when she left in the ambulance after a bad turn that she would not return as she hadn't seen the gladiolas. Anyway that's the gist of the story.
The last 2 verses so completely and elegantly sum up the essence of this poem. Only heaven bestows rewards upon those who have sacrificed their lives so that others may live. And now .......that wonderful lady whose love was so freely given Is now in his arms forever a paradise now is living The words, the pacing, and very rhythm of this ballad intensifies as it progresses building to a creshendo of emotion -anger, pride, sadness all at the same time and that melancholy bitter sweet verse binds it all together playing like a song. Love is just a whisper on a summer breeze That caresses through the years With a longing heart to please And never disappears repeat! Love is just a whisper on a summer breeze That caresses through the years With a longing heart to please And never disappears An incredible memory And incredible poetry!