From a young age, I have had a fascination with Australian Bushrangers. Although I have lived all of my life in the city, I feel a real connection to country regions where there is a sense of freedom that, for me, does not exist in big cities.
A young boy walked down to the river, for no other reason than to take in the surrounds of nature.
He loves to fart in public, as he shuffles through the crowd,
Letting off a silent killer, not an obvious one so loud;
Yes it’s true. Tomorrow he will die. It will be his last day as a living being. After tomorrow he won’t lose sleep over his daily struggles, wake up and curse another day of work, or worry about the future.
I am a well-pitched delivery. Just short of a length.
WHEN THE WALKS ARE LONG
AND THE SUN BELTS DOWN
TURN THAT FROWN UPSIDE DOWN;