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A Bushmans Memory Of Love

11 Apr

On A Lonely Hill Top High

I Chanced Upon A Mountain Cabin

Where Gullies Meet The Mountains

And Mountains Reach The Sky

Beneath The Starlit Southern Cross

In The Darkness Of The Night

Stands A Lonely Rough Log Cabin

Holding Secrets Of A Past

Once The Refuge Of A Bushman

A Home Amongst The Eucalypt

And Ghost Gums

Standing Majestic And Regal

As Sentinels Standing Tall

The Door Was Always Open

The Fire Within

The Stone Earth Hearth

Always Burning Bright

The Warmth Within

The Old Log Cabin

Was Always A Welcome Sight

For Those Who Strayed

From Life’s Past

Within The Darkness

Of The Night

Around The Nightly Fire

The Old Man Would Regale

His Past

And Entrance You

With Story’s Of His Life

Story’s As Seen

Through Eyes Dimmed With Age

And A Memory As Young

As Yesterdays Dawn

Story’s Of Wars And Adventures

In Distant Lands And Foreign Shores

Tell Tales With Quotes

Of Ancient Times

And Lives Long Past

The Songs He Sang

Had A Melancholic Air

Of Love

The Words He Spoke

The Words He Wrote

Had No Rhyme

Nor Had No Reason

But The Rhythm Of His World

Was Felt Upon Your Heart

And As The Night Grew Tired

The Question Of Love Evoked

And Coldness Pervaded

The Old Rough Hut

The Coldness Of An Old Mans

Broken Heart

The Silence Within

Unspoken Words

Faded As The Old Man

Retired To His Dreaming

And Somewhere

In Australia’s Past

An Old Bushman Gave Up The Ghost

On A Lonely Hill Top Line

Where Gullies Meet The Mountains

And Mountains Reach The Sky

Beneath The Southern Cross

In The Darkness

Of A Star Lit Night

Stands A Lonely Bushman’s Gravestone

Beside A Rough Log Cabin

The Door Is Always Open

The Fire Within The Old Stone Hearth

Has Now Grown Cold

And In The Stillness

Of The Night

The Walls Still Echo The Stories

Of An Old Man’s Past

And If Perchance

Your Mind Does Wander

And You Hear The Eerie Cry

Of A Wild Dingo Or A Mopoke

And Your Thoughts Wander

And You Start To Ponder

Of An Old Man’s Love

The Cabin Takes On

An Eerie Gloomy Chill

For Words Of Love

Were Never Spoken

For In Death

In Old Man’s Heart

The Words Of Love

Died And Grew Cold

As Cold As The Embers

Of A Fire

Which Once Burnt Bright

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20 responses to “A Bushmans Memory Of Love

  1. reocochran

    May 2, 2017 at 07:00

    Wow, Ian! You have a gift with words. A true “wordsmith.” 🙂
    This poetry grabs my heart and gives it a twist and ache. The longing and imagery are potent within this tale. It is written beautifully, expressed with such longing and filled with remorse.
    I missed this opportunity to send you Easter wishes, but instead will pass on my loving friendship to you and yours. . . ❤

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    • aussieian2011

      May 3, 2017 at 07:00

      Thank you Robin for your beautiful comment, so pleased you enjoyed the imagery of my poem.
      Belated Happy Easter to you also, seems we both are running late.
      Cheers.

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  2. giselzitrone

    April 30, 2017 at 07:00

    Wunderschön lieber Gruß von mir und Umarmung Gislinde

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    • aussieian2011

      May 3, 2017 at 07:00

      Thank you Gislinde, my best wishes to you and thank you for your loyal friendship.
      Ian

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  3. Michiko

    April 24, 2017 at 07:00

    Hi Ian,
    An old man’s Broken heat unspoken words retired to his Dreaming and some wherein Australia’s past of an.An old man’s love the cabin taken on An Eerie Gloomy Chill for words of love were neve spoken for in Death In old man’s heart The words of love Died and Grew cold As cold as the Embers.of A fire! Which once Burnt Bright,

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  4. cat

    April 19, 2017 at 07:00

    Seen Arizona and Egypt… never seen your aussie desert, yet, … awesome, awesome poem, friend Ian … will be comin out dere sum time … in da meantime me will b makin memories in da snow … Love, cat. https://www.youtube.com/embed/Tuf61OjvoPQ?rel=0&controls=0&showinfo=0

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    • cat

      April 26, 2017 at 07:00

      Love,
      cat,

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      • cat

        April 26, 2017 at 07:00

        … bummer … 😦 … guess video doesn’t work for U, friend Ian … but as they say: It could be worse … smiles … Love, cat.

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        • cat

          April 26, 2017 at 07:00

          … never givin up and never letting go of happy memories is the key to happiness … 🙂 …


          Love,
          cat.

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          • cat

            April 26, 2017 at 07:00

            … bummer again, friend ian … sorry 4 messing up ur blog like dat … Love anyway, cat.

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      • aussieian2011

        April 26, 2017 at 07:00

        Not much snow in Aussie Cat, just lots of Deserts, Dust storms, deadly Crocodiles snakes, jelly fish and mad Australians.

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      • aussieian2011

        April 26, 2017 at 07:00

        Finally got to see it through the link Cat, thanks for persevering in sending that cute Cat capers.
        Keep smiling Girl.

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  5. prenin

    April 12, 2017 at 07:00

    Lovely piece Ian and so sad! 😦

    Been there myself and it brought back sad memories of love lost. 😦

    Well written my friend!!! 🙂

    Prenin.

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  6. Sue Dreamwalker

    April 12, 2017 at 07:00

    Ian this is indeed a wonderful tale.. that has you within its grasp from the first words.. This is a haunting tale.. And I am going to re read it again I enjoyed the imagery so much..
    You have a rare gift Ian… And your poetic muses are unique…
    Thank you for this one..

    Wishing you and Ana all the very best for the Easter Weekend..
    Love and Blessings to you both..
    Sue xxx

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    • aussieian2011

      April 16, 2017 at 07:00

      Thank you Sue, not many people actually do appreciate the fullness of the story’s sometimes I think, oh yes they read the words and comment but do they actually use the sense of imagery and really read the painting within the words, you do every time Sue, Thank you and hoping your Easter is a great occasion for you and your husband.
      Cheers.

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      • Sue Dreamwalker

        April 17, 2017 at 07:00

        Thank you Ian.. Yes we are now chilling.. Family departed and putting our feet up time now 🙂 ❤

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  7. GP Cox

    April 11, 2017 at 07:00

    I don’t know what to say, Ian. I could see the eyes of the old man looking back on his past as he relived those memories, felt the warmth of the flames as I listened and I visited the grave of the old man no one will see again…. you’ve created quite a remarkable piece here!

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    • aussieian2011

      April 11, 2017 at 07:00

      Thanks gp, your comment is greatly appreciated my friend, as the words I painted, has created the imagery I wanted to achieve.
      Thanks Mate

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