Friday, 17 February 2017

HANNAN’S FIND










HANNAN’S FIND


’twas but a simple Irish man
Paddy Hannan was his name
he’d left his home in far off Quin
to find his fortune and his fame.

First he went to Melbourne
then to New Zealand he did go
but then the call of Western Australia
was too tempting as we know.

He fossicked close to Southern Cross
with no great find at all
along with Shea and Flanagan
he answered Coolgardie’s call.

Many miners scraped the land
yet their dreams were not to be
seems success was left to others
like this lucky Irish three.

Gold, they found, some ounces..
when fossicking near a hill
they named this place Mt. Charlotte
it seemed to fit the bill.

In this dusty outback land
‘Hannan’s Find’ was all the go.
The mates had found some treasure
the riches sure did flow.

It’s now known as Kalgoorlie
close to it’s aboriginal name..
to all, not just the outback,
it’s the place of gold discovery fame.

(c) Crissouli February 14, 2017

Image courtesy of Pixabay


This verse was originally written as a Guest Post for 
Outback Family History..






Tuesday, 14 February 2017

O, MY VALENTINE...







O' MY VALENTINE...

Wilt thou be my Valentine
for now and for all time
wilt thou sup with me
of life's delights, sublime?

( Oh, quiet the children, 
they are so loud..
and how my head does ache..)

Wilt thou stay close by my side
as we traverse through life's pathways
wilt thou hold my hand in yours
through dark nights and sun kissed days?


(No, I can't, there're dishes to be done..
of course you go
you must have your fun..)


Wilt thou truly be my Valentine
we'll live such a life of dreams
wilt thou share a life of bliss
it should be ours, it seems.

(ok, then, no more Mills and Boon
I promise you, I'm sure
oh, sweetheart, that is so cute, 
a pink rose on the door..)


 (c)Crissouli 14 February, 2017


 Image by Pixabay


Thursday, 26 January 2017

I'M HAPPY TO KNOW...









I'M HAPPY TO KNOW...

Whether they came, with shackles or chains
or whether they came and were free
I'm happy to know that they came at all
for if not, I wouldn't be me!

Some came from England and Ireland and Greece
some came from I do not know where
I'm happy to know that they came at all
for Australia's history is what we all share.

There were convicts and weavers, sailors came too
and those who had lived off the land
I'm happy to know that they came at all
this new country they helped to expand.

Celebrate with a barbie or a day at the beach
with friends or just relaxing awhile
I'm happy to know that they came at all
We're Australian, hence our permanent smile.

(c)Crissouli 26 January, 2017



Happy Australia Day!

Saturday, 31 December 2016

FAREWELL OLD FRIEND



FAREWELL OLD FRIEND

You served us well
maybe not every day 
was what we wanted
or what we planned
but here we are,
about to bid you farewell
and welcome in a fresh new beginning.
We've laughed and cried,
worked and rested,
been amazed and disgusted,
thrilled and disappointed..
and still we have hope
for every New Year is full of promise
for our families, our friends,
our future..
We welcome you with open arms
and hope for peace 
and understanding..
for tolerance...
and the ability to appreciate 
all our blessings.

©Crissouli Dec. 31, 2016






Images Pixabay

A TREASURED GIFT



A TREASURED GIFT


Where did it go, what did you do with it..
was it treasured, revered, acknowledged
or did it simply pass you by?
It was a bonus, a gift..
something to be valued..
did you notice?
Sometimes, gifts come beautifully wrapped
sometimes, simply thrust forward
as an afterthought, or an apology.
But this gift was well planned
a very long time ago
and it was given without conditions.
I hope you used it well
for you won't receive another
till four years pass by.

©Crissouli 31 Dec., 2016

Image Pixabay

Monday, 26 December 2016

SILENT WHISPERS





(c) Alexandra Daw



SILENT WHISPERS

Tired sentinels, waiting
not quite at attention
too many miles travelled
no longer strong
yet so many tales to tell
of days and nights of wandering
of searching and hoping
till tiredness overwhelmed.
Maybe he'll return
one day...
Till then, wait, silently..
life is full of silent whispers!

(c) Crissouli Dec 24, 2016





Note: This poem was inspired by the wonderful photo 
posted by my friend, Alex, 
who suggested it as a writer's prompt. 
I can't resist such a challenge, so, hope you enjoyed this.

Sunday, 11 December 2016

WHISPER ON THE WIND







WHISPER ON THE WIND



I heard your name today, but no one spoke
I felt your touch, but I was alone
I reached out to hug you, my arms were empty
I long for just one more word, just one touch
Just to hear your name, hear you say mine..
Did I hear your name, or was it my heart missing you..
Just a whisper on the wind....

(c)Crissouli Dec 12, 2016



Image Pixabay